(He reaches out to pat Kim on the head-- and stops short because he knows how he feels. It's fine. He pulls his hand back, tucking it into his sleeve,)
You're our guests for the evening. For now, leave things to us.
[Kim looks at the sword, a little surprised. He doesn't reach out to take it right away, but it gives him pause. He has some inkling as to the gravity of the offer.]
As I understand it... you're a "sword spirit"? I'm not sure what that means, exactly.
You're a clever man. I'm sure you can figure enough.
(A sword spirit is the spirit of a sword!)
I am Tsurumaru Kuninaga, forged over a thousand years ago by the master smith, Gojo Kuninaga. I've belonged to many leaders and have been coveted throughout history. I've even been robbed from graves and stolen. And even after all of these years, they say I'm one of the greatest swords in all of Japan-- a treasure that represents the nation and its imperial family.
(A national and imperial treasure.)
And this is my true form. (The sword in his hands,) In some ways, it's not unlike your relationship to your dear companion.
(His Daemon. And Tsurumaru makes sure to say "your" instead of "our" because well... Kiku isn't here! Hah.)
But in my case... this sword is the true me and "I" am the extension.
[Well... that's certainly enlightening. If this was a few weeks earlier, Kim might have been skeptical, but hearing it now? He nods, accepting the explanation.]
I understand.
All right. If it's worth that much to you...
[He takes the offered sword with his right hand, the gloved hand. With his left, he removes his glasses and offers them out. Firmly:]
You won't get this back until you return them to me, fully intact.
[Kim can't see shit but he just Knows what Tsuru tried, and he sighs.]
I told you. Like a fishbowl. You'll get a headache if you try it for too long.
[He does hold the sword carefully, and finds himself a place to sit down and make himself comfy for the next little while. Kim's not going anywhere like this.]
(I would say please appreciate the imperial treasure and precious antique Kim is holding but remembering he can't see things up close makes thsi truly unfortunate.)
I'll be sure to return it. Don't worry. You'll be safe here.
(And he's just going to... run off? He'll be back in like an hour. It's fine.)
[Yeah, he's just got this blurry stick that feels vaguely valuable. Very cool.
Kim will just lean back and close his eyes for a bit, sword in his arms. Cecile will huddle up against the sword as a little seabird-loaf to make sure it doesn't move.]
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You're our guests for the evening. For now, leave things to us.
(The dead,)
It's good to have a purpose again.
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[A little irony in his tone.]
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Ah, but I have one request.
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What is it?
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(Pointing to his own eyes for a second here.)
And your glasses fixed that.
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... Why do you ask?
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I want to see your glasses!
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What, like... to try them on? For someone who doesn't need them, it would just be like looking through a fishbowl.
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(And he puts both hands on his waist and holds his head up high,)
I want someone else to see.
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He squints.]
You want to put my glasses on someone else...? Why? And who?
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It's hard for them to read and when I'm close, they only see my color.
(Who would have thought that conversation 7 weeks ago would be relevant now wow.)
And they don't want anyone to know what's wrong after so long.
(So their identity is... a secret?)
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[He thinks about that, his brow furrowed. Seriously, how is it that this is coming up again like this?]
Okay... I'm not unsympathetic to that.
But I can't just lend you my glasses. I'm completely blind without them, and if anything happened to them...
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And if they know, then they know how they can be better.
(He crosses his arms now and thinks,)
Without them, you're vulnerable, right?
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Extremely.
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He's quiet for a moment and then he nods before reaching for the sword at his side. He unfastens it and holds it out,)
Then we'll trade. Until I return, you can hold me.
(Did he have to word it like that? Yeah.)
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As I understand it... you're a "sword spirit"? I'm not sure what that means, exactly.
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(A sword spirit is the spirit of a sword!)
I am Tsurumaru Kuninaga, forged over a thousand years ago by the master smith, Gojo Kuninaga. I've belonged to many leaders and have been coveted throughout history. I've even been robbed from graves and stolen. And even after all of these years, they say I'm one of the greatest swords in all of Japan-- a treasure that represents the nation and its imperial family.
(A national and imperial treasure.)
And this is my true form. (The sword in his hands,) In some ways, it's not unlike your relationship to your dear companion.
(His Daemon. And Tsurumaru makes sure to say "your" instead of "our" because well... Kiku isn't here! Hah.)
But in my case... this sword is the true me and "I" am the extension.
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I understand.
All right. If it's worth that much to you...
[He takes the offered sword with his right hand, the gloved hand. With his left, he removes his glasses and offers them out. Firmly:]
You won't get this back until you return them to me, fully intact.
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You should consider yourself lucky. Most people don't get to see me, let alone hold me.
(He holds the glasses carefully in his hands though... and raises them up to his eyes real quick to see,)
... Ah. This is bad!
(He can't see at all like this? It's funny because Tsurumaru also probably needs glasses but he would be nearsighted.)
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I told you. Like a fishbowl. You'll get a headache if you try it for too long.
[He does hold the sword carefully, and finds himself a place to sit down and make himself comfy for the next little while. Kim's not going anywhere like this.]
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I'll be sure to return it. Don't worry. You'll be safe here.
(And he's just going to... run off? He'll be back in like an hour. It's fine.)
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Kim will just lean back and close his eyes for a bit, sword in his arms. Cecile will huddle up against the sword as a little seabird-loaf to make sure it doesn't move.]
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I've returned and with good news!
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[Kim blinks awake. Cecile stirs, fluffing her feathers and hopping away so he can move.]
Good news...?
[He'll sit up straight and look vaguely at the white-ish blur before him.]
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(And he positions himself in front of Kim)
Stay still.
(He'll put the glasses back on him?)
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