Federico sighs, shoulders relaxing slightly at her admission. He'd been prepared to argue that further, since he's had to quite alot on this ship. "Understood," he says, voice a little softer. He settles to sit back down on the ground as well, eyes flicking to the reflection, then back. That's more like what he's drawn...so...this Robin is...
"It is alright. I understand many lash out when hurt. If I could offer my own Arts as energy, I would." Unfortunately, his exclusively work through his firearm. To hurt, not heal.
He shakes his head. "It is no inconvenience. You are a passenger on this landship now, and therefore your safety is of import to me. Your health." He blinks at her saying she's pushing it. But she's...right. Who knows how much time they have? Still...
"I must...warn you now, however. The Sunday that is on this ship, who is my friend. He may not be the one you know." His eyes flick to the woman in the mirror, swaying to the beat of unheard music, spotless before an audience. To her, different, hurting... "It is a possibility."
It's ok, Fedi's very hard to offend
"It is alright. I understand many lash out when hurt. If I could offer my own Arts as energy, I would." Unfortunately, his exclusively work through his firearm. To hurt, not heal.
He shakes his head. "It is no inconvenience. You are a passenger on this landship now, and therefore your safety is of import to me. Your health." He blinks at her saying she's pushing it. But she's...right. Who knows how much time they have? Still...
"I must...warn you now, however. The Sunday that is on this ship, who is my friend. He may not be the one you know." His eyes flick to the woman in the mirror, swaying to the beat of unheard music, spotless before an audience. To her, different, hurting... "It is a possibility."