[No matter how many times he might hear it, Caim has no idea what to do with one's gratitude. Although he supposes he heard it back in Midgard, too. That's a little bit different from the current scenario, however. Awkwardly he shifts. Don't do that, Dextera. Caim doesn't know how to be a friend or how to act the way friends do. And he's just not worth the effort.
He shakes his head before he continues.]
All of us are bonded to something. Swords. Obligations. You may not feel particularly bonded to this weapon of yours, yet it is undeniably yours. There is no other in which it could bond to. Perhaps you did not take notice of it before.
[Although considering Dextera being less than eager to wield it unless necessary, it would make sense that he wouldn't perceive it as a bond. Caim has to consider that for some moments and he chooses, then, to better explain his own situation. Dextera has likely earned it.]
Our happenstances are different. I grew with a sword in hand. Found I rather preferred the company of them to people.
[He looks nostalgic for just a moment. Only one. But there's humanity in him still, it seems.]
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He shakes his head before he continues.]
All of us are bonded to something. Swords. Obligations. You may not feel particularly bonded to this weapon of yours, yet it is undeniably yours. There is no other in which it could bond to. Perhaps you did not take notice of it before.
[Although considering Dextera being less than eager to wield it unless necessary, it would make sense that he wouldn't perceive it as a bond. Caim has to consider that for some moments and he chooses, then, to better explain his own situation. Dextera has likely earned it.]
Our happenstances are different. I grew with a sword in hand. Found I rather preferred the company of them to people.
[He looks nostalgic for just a moment. Only one. But there's humanity in him still, it seems.]