That's the thing that strikes him first. She says, you wanted to be sure I was all right, and then offers no indication that she is, not even the faintest bit of reassurance. Not so much as an 'I can take care of myself.'
Combined with the way she reacted... Well, he's not going to forget that.
"No one's really sure how blades are supposed to be born anymore," he offers in return. "Humans have produced a few artificial ones, but natural blades... No one's sure, anymore. It's probably been thousands of years."
It could have been from the earth. In some ways, it might as well have been; the only blades who have parents, those parents were human, not other blades. Blades simply are, in whatever brief moment they grab a hold of.
Still, she seems to have accepted that he doesn't mean her harm, for the moment, and the atmosphere relaxes just enough to give him some breathing room.
"I can't imagine how strange that must have seemed," he says. It's honest, with a bit of amusement underneath, because he really can't imagine it. It's easier to imagine humans without blades than it is blades without humans. Gems are something different still, as though the spectrum was extended out further past blades, but that doesn't give him a reference for life without humans. "I was surprised by how many people here are just humans."
She didn't say before I got here, either, but he won't push her to clarify it.
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That's the thing that strikes him first. She says, you wanted to be sure I was all right, and then offers no indication that she is, not even the faintest bit of reassurance. Not so much as an 'I can take care of myself.'
Combined with the way she reacted... Well, he's not going to forget that.
"No one's really sure how blades are supposed to be born anymore," he offers in return. "Humans have produced a few artificial ones, but natural blades... No one's sure, anymore. It's probably been thousands of years."
It could have been from the earth. In some ways, it might as well have been; the only blades who have parents, those parents were human, not other blades. Blades simply are, in whatever brief moment they grab a hold of.
Still, she seems to have accepted that he doesn't mean her harm, for the moment, and the atmosphere relaxes just enough to give him some breathing room.
"I can't imagine how strange that must have seemed," he says. It's honest, with a bit of amusement underneath, because he really can't imagine it. It's easier to imagine humans without blades than it is blades without humans. Gems are something different still, as though the spectrum was extended out further past blades, but that doesn't give him a reference for life without humans. "I was surprised by how many people here are just humans."
She didn't say before I got here, either, but he won't push her to clarify it.