[Soujirou stares up at him, suspicious at first, as if trying to figure out if this god is somehow making fun of him. But after a moment or two, it dawns on him that no, he'd said a nice thing. The god of the temple he's probably meant to live at - his god? - said a nice thing about him.
Suddenly his lower lip shakes dangerously, although for some reason it's not followed by tears. Somehow, he feels he really shouldn't. He's meant to be tough, right?]
I- I'm supposed to be a weapon. The weapon of a god. [It comes out more like a question than anything else, as if seeking assurance that this really is his intended purpose.]
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Suddenly his lower lip shakes dangerously, although for some reason it's not followed by tears. Somehow, he feels he really shouldn't. He's meant to be tough, right?]
I- I'm supposed to be a weapon. The weapon of a god. [It comes out more like a question than anything else, as if seeking assurance that this really is his intended purpose.]