"Don't think 'have to,' if you don't want to," he says, and brings his hands together in front of him, one palm in front of the other. They start to glow gold and he pushes it toward Kaya, causing the same gold glow to form a shield around her.
One hands stays out to maintain it, but the other scoops a stray coin out of his pocket. When he tosses the coin toward her, it bounces off-- but the shield fades anyway, despite not being penetrated.
"It's limited, but it'll protect you a little bit," he tells her. He's used his god powers very, very rarely. Throwing himself in front of the target is still the more reflexive act. "So it's all your choice. I really hate weapons, if Zeno may be honest!"
But he very reluctantly agrees with her logic. "Zeno will join forces with you, but won't use you as a weapon." The words I'd genuinely rather die do float through his head, but he doesn't want to upset her, and also, those words are meaningless when he'd also genuinely rather die than, say, get out of bed when the temperature gets cold enough.
But that's enough serious talk. He isn't even sure how they wound up in this place, not when he'd really meant things to be light-hearted. He shakes his head.
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"Don't think 'have to,' if you don't want to," he says, and brings his hands together in front of him, one palm in front of the other. They start to glow gold and he pushes it toward Kaya, causing the same gold glow to form a shield around her.
One hands stays out to maintain it, but the other scoops a stray coin out of his pocket. When he tosses the coin toward her, it bounces off-- but the shield fades anyway, despite not being penetrated.
"It's limited, but it'll protect you a little bit," he tells her. He's used his god powers very, very rarely. Throwing himself in front of the target is still the more reflexive act. "So it's all your choice. I really hate weapons, if Zeno may be honest!"
But he very reluctantly agrees with her logic. "Zeno will join forces with you, but won't use you as a weapon." The words I'd genuinely rather die do float through his head, but he doesn't want to upset her, and also, those words are meaningless when he'd also genuinely rather die than, say, get out of bed when the temperature gets cold enough.
But that's enough serious talk. He isn't even sure how they wound up in this place, not when he'd really meant things to be light-hearted. He shakes his head.
"If you name it, it's yours. Like a shinki."