[The next arrow is ripped from the tree trunk, her actions somewhat careless. These were not her brother's make. She hasn't held those shafts in months. These are just tools to try and help her relearn how to aim, and still she is failing.
And he wishes to rub it in... ?
Hayame turns back to regard the stranger, her brow furrowing. Both of them,t though one is hidden beneath the makeshift bandages.]
What is it to you how I lost it? Will you go fetch it from the demon for me?
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And he wishes to rub it in... ?
Hayame turns back to regard the stranger, her brow furrowing. Both of them,t though one is hidden beneath the makeshift bandages.]
What is it to you how I lost it? Will you go fetch it from the demon for me?
[Perhaps that is answer enough.]