[Souji is suddenly very glad he didn't finish all that tea, though the small sandstorm that springs up in his room is enough distraction. When it clears, Tian is peacefully asleep inside a clear bubble - one that doesn't seem to budge much when Souji pokes it.
He grabs one of the floor cushions and pulls it over by the futon, and then settles in to wait.]
[A whole day passes, and then the glass cocoon breaks into normal, boring tan sand, waking the dragon up. His ears flick slightly and he sits up with a frown on his face.]
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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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...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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[Opening the vial, he pours the rainbow sand over himself.]
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He grabs one of the floor cushions and pulls it over by the futon, and then settles in to wait.]
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Hm.
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Are you alright?
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It was rather vivid, but very dark. I think it was a memory... but not mine.
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