[For several moments, Caim simply looks at Dextera. He does not know what his companion is thinking, though to be fair it has been a long time since he's even cared about something that seems so trivial in the grand spectrum of things.]
As I did not gather you were the one in question.
[Dextera seems so gentle. Why in the world does he have a transforming sword, of all people? Does he even know how to use it? In the end, it doesn't matter. Caim doesn't have an interest in the deeper part of the story. At least not yet.]
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As I did not gather you were the one in question.
[Dextera seems so gentle. Why in the world does he have a transforming sword, of all people? Does he even know how to use it? In the end, it doesn't matter. Caim doesn't have an interest in the deeper part of the story. At least not yet.]
Tell me about your sword.