[Uh-oh. Sanson squints into the distance and his brow furrows in worry - not the way it's usually furrowed.]
It seems like it. [His blue eyes flick toward poor Ritsuka clinging to the ledge before looking back over at where the waves were coming from. Holy crud, did a group of Berserkers decide to play chicken or something?
After a moment's hesitation, he stares at the water - before diving off the ledge into it. Sanson breaks the surface, brushing wet bangs from his face.]
I think both of us have to see what's going on. [Ritsuka has far more authority, being the Master and all.]
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It seems like it. [His blue eyes flick toward poor Ritsuka clinging to the ledge before looking back over at where the waves were coming from. Holy crud, did a group of Berserkers decide to play chicken or something?
After a moment's hesitation, he stares at the water - before diving off the ledge into it. Sanson breaks the surface, brushing wet bangs from his face.]
I think both of us have to see what's going on. [Ritsuka has far more authority, being the Master and all.]