[Someone is definitely feeling a little possessive there today. Souji finally pulls away after a moment, looking definitely flushed, but trying for a semblance of composure.]
The other matter I called you here about is... this.
[He pulls a vial of multicolored sand out of his kimono, note still attached, and puts it on the table between them.]
I think... it may be the same as the rainbow hourglasses some people were given last fall, that made them dream. The note says 'Give this to the one you trust.'
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[And the look in his eyes says that he expects the same from you, mister >|]
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You are mine. You will honor your word, Souji. I do not share.
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My word is my life, in this case. If I break one, you may take the other.
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The other matter I called you here about is... this.
[He pulls a vial of multicolored sand out of his kimono, note still attached, and puts it on the table between them.]
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Turning his head to look at the vial the other man was holding, he frowned.]
What is that...?
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...why would they give you something like this, instead of forcing it upon you?
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[He studies the vial and then looks back at Souji.]
What exactly happened, last time?
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I think... I'm not sure if it would work if I just keep it. As it says to give away.
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[He watches the vial again.]
...I will use it, if you wish me to. It might give us some information.
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I... think it probably will. And I will guard you, whatever happens.
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[He still looks quite thoughtful, moving the vial between his fingers.]
When?
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That may be for the best.
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[Considering they just had a fight, he's showing you a lot of trust, Mr. Samurai.]
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You're in it. The bed is over there, though. [He points at the neatly arranged futon up against one wall]
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[He stands up to allow Souji to fix the bed for him.]
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I'm sorry - I know it's not what you're used to.
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[He walks over to the bed and then sits down on the futon, removing his belt with his sword. Shrugging off the top of his robe, he then lies down.]
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