[ Wait whose pet is he because Squalo would like to renounce any ownership. ]
[ ...there's a pause. He just keeps staring at him, clearly suspiciously, though now there's a hint of confusion to his expression. What indeed? ]
...I'm not sure. [ His left hand clenches instinctively. He had a sword, he's pretty sure he had a sword even though he doesn't recall actually holding it. He remembers the weight, though. Greater than the prosthetic alone. A weight that easily sliced through a human torso -- ] We fought. [ He says pointedly instead, as if this whole thing is the boy's fault. Just for a moment, the dream feels clear like a memory, and he talks about it as such. ] With blades. There was a shark.
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[ ...there's a pause. He just keeps staring at him, clearly suspiciously, though now there's a hint of confusion to his expression. What indeed? ]
...I'm not sure. [ His left hand clenches instinctively. He had a sword, he's pretty sure he had a sword even though he doesn't recall actually holding it. He remembers the weight, though. Greater than the prosthetic alone. A weight that easily sliced through a human torso -- ] We fought. [ He says pointedly instead, as if this whole thing is the boy's fault. Just for a moment, the dream feels clear like a memory, and he talks about it as such. ] With blades. There was a shark.