[ He wasn't sure what he was expecting— grief? Relief? Happiness? It would have been one thing for her not to bat an eye upon seeing a sea of lifeless children, but it still disarms him, her tears. Admittedly, he should have seen it coming, from the moment he'd seen her anger.
There's an awkward moment where he shuffles his feet, scratches his chin and lets his spear melt into the night until he has to call upon it again; he's been summoned to this world for a fool's errand, to fight and kill, and suddenly he has to contend with a Master that cares about people.
Ah, but then again: he's used to drawing the short sticks.
Striding over towards Lien, he stands next to her and puts a heavy hand on her head, patting it with no amount of delicacy. ]
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There's an awkward moment where he shuffles his feet, scratches his chin and lets his spear melt into the night until he has to call upon it again; he's been summoned to this world for a fool's errand, to fight and kill, and suddenly he has to contend with a Master that cares about people.
Ah, but then again: he's used to drawing the short sticks.
Striding over towards Lien, he stands next to her and puts a heavy hand on her head, patting it with no amount of delicacy. ]
You didn't do bad, for a little girl.
[ Another rough pat, and he lets go. ]