[Mitsunari's wariness is justified, of course, but that doesn't stop Ragna from giving him a flat look in response to the threat.]
I'm not gonna do that, geez.
[It would require him to be a lot more ruthless than he actually is, now that he's aware of the bird's value in Mitsunari's eyes. Knowing that is also why he's slightly surprised by how the other man is willing to consent with his wish despite their... uh, everything. It went far easier than he expected, though it soon turns out obtaining Mitsunari's permission wasn't the most difficult obstacle, because as soon as he carefully picks the bird from him, Ragna finds himself struck with doubt.
Is... Is this really right? Clinging onto the past and never letting it go? Trying to soothe the pain of losing everyone he cared for with the voice of the dead? Possibly hearing something he was never meant to for the sake of fake consolation? ... Wouldn't that just hurt even more?
The Grim Reaper remains silent, hesitating between going through with the original idea and returning the bird. A part of him wants to follow the instinct that brought this on in the first place, but─ but what, exactly? The realization dawns upon him a split of second later, and he can't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise when that happens.
Because right now, Ragna the Bloodedge is afraid of the tiny mechanical bird in his hand.]
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I'm not gonna do that, geez.
[It would require him to be a lot more ruthless than he actually is, now that he's aware of the bird's value in Mitsunari's eyes. Knowing that is also why he's slightly surprised by how the other man is willing to consent with his wish despite their... uh, everything. It went far easier than he expected, though it soon turns out obtaining Mitsunari's permission wasn't the most difficult obstacle, because as soon as he carefully picks the bird from him, Ragna finds himself struck with doubt.
Is... Is this really right? Clinging onto the past and never letting it go? Trying to soothe the pain of losing everyone he cared for with the voice of the dead? Possibly hearing something he was never meant to for the sake of fake consolation? ... Wouldn't that just hurt even more?
The Grim Reaper remains silent, hesitating between going through with the original idea and returning the bird. A part of him wants to follow the instinct that brought this on in the first place, but─ but what, exactly? The realization dawns upon him a split of second later, and he can't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise when that happens.
Because right now, Ragna the Bloodedge is afraid of the tiny mechanical bird in his hand.]