[ Already, Hiro seems disinterested. Roxas may have hit a raw nerve. Despite that, Roxas slowly moves, drawing a small, sheathed dagger from his back pocket. Its pouch is solid, with its handle worn and wrapped in a leather strand. Roxas holds it by the sheath for Hiro to see. ]
This. I got it from one of the villagers. I don't need it anymore.
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This. I got it from one of the villagers. I don't need it anymore.