[Hizen's reluctance to move towards Matoba was cute, in the way Matoba might regard the cuteness of some other feeble, lesser thing. If not for the fact that he would quite like to see the bullet, he might just keep pushing.]

[Oh well. Another time.] Do you not have any memories attached to favorite treats? [Matoba asks flippantly, reaching into his bag to pluck out a sour gummy ring and popping into his mouth with a delighted face.] Well, you spirits have such long memories, after all.

[Matoba waits for the sword spirit to trail out the door before following him, making a mock chide of disappointment at his act.] Hahaha, now, now, you don't have to be so up front about it.......

[(He'll pretend he's not actually disappointed)]

[It's good to walk a little further down before sharing anything further. Matoba stops to lean on the inner corner of an alleyway, still tossing gummies into his mouth with the casual delight of a child.] I'll take a look anyway, if you don't mind.