[ If anything, hearing that does make them feel better. As they're also not feeling that competing for the Oracle is particularly important... it feels like a game they've gotten drafted into where they don't know the rules, but are expected to pick a team to play for. Just being in the presence of someone else with a similar mindset is a comfort, in these trying times. ]
Oh, um... no.
[ They admit, meekly. Instinctually, their hand goes to cover the gash at their upper arm, seeming somewhat ashamed of the inky appearance of the wound itself. A part of them wants to tell him that it's fine — that it was their own doing, for the sake of defeating the siren — but then, they start wondering if that is even a moderately normal thing to say. Is that weird? Is that cringe??? ]
I wanted to find... a weapon, first. That's why I'm...
oh my god i'm so sorry for the 400 typos in my last tag i promise i can type...
Oh, um... no.
[ They admit, meekly. Instinctually, their hand goes to cover the gash at their upper arm, seeming somewhat ashamed of the inky appearance of the wound itself. A part of them wants to tell him that it's fine — that it was their own doing, for the sake of defeating the siren — but then, they start wondering if that is even a moderately normal thing to say. Is that weird? Is that cringe??? ]
I wanted to find... a weapon, first. That's why I'm...
[ Sopping wet, they mean, but don't say. ]