[The word is quiet, almost something sad in there as the reality of it sinks in, Kanda's words striking a chord. He's a weapon, not a monster.
It's only the tap of his chopsticks against her bowl that makes her eat, though she's a little grateful for the time it buys her to put her thoughts together. The noodles are good, but she's kind of zoned out.]
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[The word is quiet, almost something sad in there as the reality of it sinks in, Kanda's words striking a chord. He's a weapon, not a monster.
It's only the tap of his chopsticks against her bowl that makes her eat, though she's a little grateful for the time it buys her to put her thoughts together. The noodles are good, but she's kind of zoned out.]
You know how many there are?