(He sure does seem like an alcohol and salty snacks person, doesn't he... and yet, he lingers in front of bowls of mixed hard candies and begins to help himself to one scoop... and another... and half a scoop more. Everything in this shop is so cheap, he can afford to indulge a little.
He does glance over at Matoba. He wouldn't like the reason? He doesn't like a lot of things.
Very flatly, he answers Matoba's question,)
Got shot.
(Like, yeah, that happened. He doesn't want to dwell on it. It probably explains why he seems to be walking a little more slowly and gingerly than usual. He's still wounded; in recovery.)
Guess the guns were weird. I dunno. Not like I know much about them.
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He does glance over at Matoba. He wouldn't like the reason? He doesn't like a lot of things.
Very flatly, he answers Matoba's question,)
Got shot.
(Like, yeah, that happened. He doesn't want to dwell on it. It probably explains why he seems to be walking a little more slowly and gingerly than usual. He's still wounded; in recovery.)
Guess the guns were weird. I dunno. Not like I know much about them.
(He is, after all, a sword.)