"I hadn't noticed too many problems, myself," he says with a confused frown. "I don't know what English is, though. I just thought it was written in our common tongue."
But as he focuses harder, he can again see that Kuai's tablet really does have the text written in another language. How strange. Nearly concerning, but perhaps it's a skill gifted to the dead. They can all speak with each other well enough, after all.
"Here, let's try this," he says as he taps on the button labeled "DRAWING". There are more options than he'd expected here, but he ignores them and simply writes out his own name in the common script, "ROSINANTE". Beside it he writes another common phrase but spelled in a different style, reading "justice" as it was written on every officer's coat.
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But as he focuses harder, he can again see that Kuai's tablet really does have the text written in another language. How strange. Nearly concerning, but perhaps it's a skill gifted to the dead. They can all speak with each other well enough, after all.
"Here, let's try this," he says as he taps on the button labeled "DRAWING". There are more options than he'd expected here, but he ignores them and simply writes out his own name in the common script, "ROSINANTE". Beside it he writes another common phrase but spelled in a different style, reading "justice" as it was written on every officer's coat.
"What do those look like to you?" he asks.