[ ...It's more than Giyuu could say, and he'd still put that one together eventually. He can only delude himself so long. There's a flicker of awareness in his eyes, a sort of muted disbelief all he can manage for a moment as he stares. He'd been so sure of how his reaction would be if he'd ever found himself in this situation, so certain of his own ferocity and bloodlust—and now he just kind of stands here, stupidly.
Because he's not quite sure what to say, or what they're supposed to do. Besides the obvious. But the obvious just doesn't strike him the right way, no desperate flight or fight stirring up in him as he meets her eyes, as though he might find answers there. ]
...I'm not certain what you want me to do with that, Flayn.
[ He can usually articulate something, even if he's always been weak with words, but he's genuinely at a loss, quieter than he means to be. Though he expects the impact of it all to hit him sooner or later, for now he hits a wall of numbed shock. At least he'll probably go along wherever. ]
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Because he's not quite sure what to say, or what they're supposed to do. Besides the obvious. But the obvious just doesn't strike him the right way, no desperate flight or fight stirring up in him as he meets her eyes, as though he might find answers there. ]
...I'm not certain what you want me to do with that, Flayn.
[ He can usually articulate something, even if he's always been weak with words, but he's genuinely at a loss, quieter than he means to be. Though he expects the impact of it all to hit him sooner or later, for now he hits a wall of numbed shock. At least he'll probably go along wherever. ]