(That your way of saying you need protecting?) [ The only weapons Rust carries are the knives they'd been given, his assurance with a blade nothing he can project. Bedrock. ]
(We don't have to talk.) [ Unperturbed, incurious: there are a thousand reasons it shouldn't sit well with someone. About a thousand more if that someone is a liar.
Without sparing Kaji a glance he continues on—slowing gradually, almost imperceptibly, as the trail loses coherence. Sets of tracks breaking off, prints shortening, weight shifting. Broad smears in the dirt.
Rust steps to one side, agile. Drops into a crouch. ] (What was there—some kind of scuffle?)
no subject
( We don't have to talk. ) [ Unperturbed, incurious: there are a thousand reasons it shouldn't sit well with someone. About a thousand more if that someone is a liar.
Without sparing Kaji a glance he continues on—slowing gradually, almost imperceptibly, as the trail loses coherence. Sets of tracks breaking off, prints shortening, weight shifting. Broad smears in the dirt.
Rust steps to one side, agile. Drops into a crouch. ] ( What was there—some kind of scuffle? )