[ He repeats the name, and firmly grips the boy's hand. There's an effort behind the grip, a mental hum as he holds a second longer. An effort to know and remember him, to file him neatly away. It contains Bakugo's sensation of not enjoying this, and Gildor lets him go again promptly. ]
It should be, but unfortunately it isn't for many who come from more broken places, as many of our number do.
[ He takes up his violin again as he speaks, but not to play. He's gotten enough practice in for now, and it will need to be cleaned before he plays again. It is wrapped in a silk cloth with careful hands and placed back into a case at his side. When it's locked he stands, then crouches to retrieve his cane from where it blends in the ground. Bits of sand roll off it as he shoulders his case. ]
Bakugo, would you be so kind as to lead me back to the path towards our camp? I'm afraid I'm bloody useless at navigating in sand.
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[ He repeats the name, and firmly grips the boy's hand. There's an effort behind the grip, a mental hum as he holds a second longer. An effort to know and remember him, to file him neatly away. It contains Bakugo's sensation of not enjoying this, and Gildor lets him go again promptly. ]
It should be, but unfortunately it isn't for many who come from more broken places, as many of our number do.
[ He takes up his violin again as he speaks, but not to play. He's gotten enough practice in for now, and it will need to be cleaned before he plays again. It is wrapped in a silk cloth with careful hands and placed back into a case at his side. When it's locked he stands, then crouches to retrieve his cane from where it blends in the ground. Bits of sand roll off it as he shoulders his case. ]
Bakugo, would you be so kind as to lead me back to the path towards our camp? I'm afraid I'm bloody useless at navigating in sand.