[daeshim's breath catches at the mention of combat. it's not just because he hates violence and conflict...okay it's mostly that. but there's a logical reason for it too.]
We don't know what anyone is capable of here.
[granted, he doesn't know what rosso is capable of either. but he gives his hand a squeeze, hoping that he'll at least reconsider.
lightening the mood is a good idea though. he's thankful for something else to think about, and what better subject than the place that gives him strength.]
no subject
[daeshim's breath catches at the mention of combat. it's not just because he hates violence and conflict...okay it's mostly that. but there's a logical reason for it too.]
We don't know what anyone is capable of here.
[granted, he doesn't know what rosso is capable of either. but he gives his hand a squeeze, hoping that he'll at least reconsider.
lightening the mood is a good idea though. he's thankful for something else to think about, and what better subject than the place that gives him strength.]
A forest. It's called the Ruinwood.