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"......Same thing, I guess," she said, uncomfortable with this piece of introspection. It was just... she stared at her knees. "Saying it makes it real, right? Realer."
"Yeah. But it doesn't really make it any less true if you don't say something."
He'd closed the distance to her tree as he spoke, and leaned his back against it, clasping his hands behind his head. He continued talking; partly just to fill the silence, and partially because once he'd started, it was hard to quit."But I guess... it's not gonna get anywhere, going back to what you used to do or what you used'ta be. 'S not like time's gonna go back to let you. I mean, I'm willing to bet things're different now than they were then, even if just a little. But you'll never know if you can get back if you die before --"
He cut off, only then realizing he'd actually said what he'd been trying not to. "... you get there..."
Never let it be said that Shiru could be accused of being tactful. Typically, he said what was on his mind almost reflexively. And again, another thing he hadn't quite intended to say, but meant when he said it. Hopefully this time she wouldn't take off again.
But she.. he was worried about her. She couldn't keep doing this.
Foot, meet mouth. Mouth, meet foot. When would Shiru ever learn...
He didn't bother dodging the twig. However, even if it was a nervous grin he flashed her before pushing off the tree and taking a few steps back, it was still a grin. Hey, it'd turned out well enough. "Yeah. Well."
Lily slid down the tree with a skill born of practice, landing lightly on the thick grass.
She knew, but what he never said, that there was little if any of his home left, and how he held to what home he had. Too, she knew how much of the first growth of their friendship had been based on knowing the same songs - not as much as it might have been, for both gave friendship freely and were much alike, but it couldn't be discounted.
"Yeah."
And she.... Home was still there, somewhere, beyond the veil, beyond the betweening place that wasn't really a place as such, but in all this time she had never manged the sidewise way of being that it wanted. Or maybe...........
Sidewise and widdershins. Maybe and maybe, always and never. Then and now weren't that different. She shelved the thought, and hugged Shiru suddenly before hooking her thumbs in her belt.
Awesome, that worked! Whatever worried grin had been there was replaced with a genuinely pleased one now.
And that was that, at least as far as he was concerned.
Something, however, did occur to him then. Well, that was the hard part, or so he was pretty certain; now it was just a matter of making sure nothing happened anyways. He wasn't about to go through --
No time for that now anyway. That was long over and done with. It'd be better, in his mind, if any problems here, were too. But there was one more thing he had to address before he could drop it entirely. Using 2x4s, pipes, and sticks wasn't going to get them much farther, not if they were going to continue going up against Heartless or worse.
"Cool. I'm gonna hold you to that." And he would, at that.
He paused a brief moment, clasping hands behind his head easily. "So now we just need to get you a permanent weapon or something, right? Y'know, for here."
She'd already refused that before, but he wasn't about to drop it this round. This not only needed to happen sooner or later, but was a very nice change of topic before it either got too much more awkward or went into places he really didn't want it to.
Well, of course she'd refused it and put it off before - she had weaponry. It was in her closet. Back in Fleetwood. Which was the problem, after all. It leapt to her mouth to say the same thing again, and then she realized that meant she was saying things without her brain being involved, and that thought distracted her again.
"Er." She ran back over that thought a few times. "Right. I guess-- Yeah." She sort of looked away, because he was right and she hadn't noticed she'd gotten that attached to the thing. It was just a sharp piece of metal.
Wasn't that in essence what most weapons were? The difference was just what they were made out of and how.
"C'mon back to the ship. We'll figure something out."
Even as he spoke, he was imagining her swinging at things with a massive battleaxe. Even though it was the most unlikely of weapons, it was still funny. Probably a sword, but it all depended on how much she actually knew about fighting with one. Some, if the way she hit things with makeshift weapons mattered.
Mostly, it needed to be something that would work against Heartless if she was fighting on her own, he decided, and that shortened the list a lot.
"I had a sword," she grummped, with some of her usual humor returned. Her mouth started running off ahead of her thought as it so often did, even as they beamed back up. "But no, I had to go out unarmed, that one day, and then I've got to be stubborn about it for -- wow." She stopped and ran the last three years though her mind again in light of the last ten minuets.
It was surprising how one could get used to the most science fiction-infused things. Perhaps it was simply that he had other things on his mind, or perhaps it was that transferring to a ship had become mundane somehow. Doing something daily would do that to someone.
Whatever standard greeting the AI had, Shiru merely waved off. "Hey, it's still yours, right? It's just not... here..."
He glanced to on Scylling, still lying on the floor where he'd dropped it. That's right. With his arm in the condition it was, he wasn't about to be able to use it for a while, probably - the keyblade did a lot more damage than the sword. And she needed something... that she wouldn't end up being stubborn about. Moreover, he was trying to puzzle out how to get her something that she'd carry around, not get strange about, or tetchy. Something that he could make a case for, since he wasn't entirely certain she'd just given in for now and would find some reason to...
"Uh..." He swallowed nervously. Moreover, he couldn't believe he was even considering that. "Huh. Maybe." That much he didn't know if he even meant to say out loud; mostly just was aware he had after he heard it.
Lily was completely unaware of Shiru's inner debate, busy with her own. "Geez," she muttered, scrubbing a hand over her face. Her eyes still felt kind of crusty. "I'a been stupid."
"Yeah," Shiru agreed; he wasn't about to deny that. "But so's everyone half the time. No big deal, right?"
It was, but she knew that enough that he wasn't going to bring it up. He was also only halfway paying attention at the moment, still lost in his internal monologue. All the more easy to become lost in them for those who never bothered keeping them internal, if going into them at all.
Shiru had remembered reading for a long time about stories of epic swords, or ones that only worked when wielded by one person. Ones with names, and personalities. He'd thought that was where Scylling came in, but... in the end, wasn't that what Sentinel was? Scylling now was just redundant to it. It was just a sword, so why was this suddenly so large a deal?
Before he'd even finished whatever factor it was he was debating about this time (not even he was certain now), he'd moved back to where he'd dropped Scylling, retrieving it. It needed to be cleaned; there were a few dried red lines on it from his earlier injury. He wasn't certain what it was made of, but at least it'd not had any problems with rust so far. Whatever it was, it had managed to do a good job in fights.
He continued his internal debate a little before deciding it wasn't worth that much deliberation. Either do something, or don't.
Really, she'd never carried the sword that much. But, part of that was that it through people off, and here to many people could summon magic weapons out of nowhere for that to be true here.
The knife, though.... She missed that knife. It had never been more that a knife, it wasn't old, or named - not like the sword, which was both - but it was gift, and she'd carried it a long time.
And going out to shop for a weapon was not only not the way she'd ever gotten her weaponry, it still felt a bit like admitting she wasn't going home. And that was just - wrong. You couldn't plan the future - wasn't that what made it cool?
Fortunately then for Lily, it would appear that she would not have to go out to buy a weapon to begin with.
Some part of him had half-thought out what he intended to say by now. Not quite an inspirational speech as much as a cool-sounding line. However, he'd never been good remotely with planned speeches, or even memorized lines, and this was no exception.
"So. Uh." That wasn't it. Frustrated, Shiru shook his head, drew himself up, and held out his sword. "Here. Just use this."
At least it wasn't prefaced by 'it's dangerous to go alone'.
Lily blinked, genuinely astonished. That was Scylling! She was gaping, she realized distantly.
"S- Seriously?" If she was sort of attached to a blade, it was nothing compared to Shiru. Scylling had been as his belt longer than she'd known him,and he was incredibly proud of it. It was -- it was his link to his home, and, and.... seriously?
