[ Like everyone, Hana has a story. That's one of the things that appeals to Riku about when he used to travel to other worlds - the more things seem different, the more some other things just happen to stay the same.
War doesn't change. So too the heart and its capacity to risk itself to protect others.
He thoughtfully glances away, taking in the rest of the room, who might be here at the Invincible, how distracted they might seem. Gauging that he can probably manage this without anyone spying the large key-like blade that manifests in his hand, flanked by his own body, covered by the table, he keeps it pointed low. ]
Heal.
[ There's a shimmer, a kind of lightless glow, verdant green and sunshine yellow over their heads. It looks a little like a blossoming flower, releasing a drop that lands towards her arm.
Warmth - even an itch of mending bone - might just be what she feels next if he wasn't off the mark. He looks like he's about to ask something, but first things first: Curaga isn't something he throws around all the time, and those few times he did definitely warranted a reply. ]
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War doesn't change. So too the heart and its capacity to risk itself to protect others.
He thoughtfully glances away, taking in the rest of the room, who might be here at the Invincible, how distracted they might seem. Gauging that he can probably manage this without anyone spying the large key-like blade that manifests in his hand, flanked by his own body, covered by the table, he keeps it pointed low. ]
Heal.
[ There's a shimmer, a kind of lightless glow, verdant green and sunshine yellow over their heads. It looks a little like a blossoming flower, releasing a drop that lands towards her arm.
Warmth - even an itch of mending bone - might just be what she feels next if he wasn't off the mark. He looks like he's about to ask something, but first things first: Curaga isn't something he throws around all the time, and those few times he did definitely warranted a reply. ]