[ Of course it's fitting for him. He supposes that despairing aura of his still leaks out somehow, even beneath the cloak that suppresses it. It's just who he is, a mark made indelible. No reason to shy away from it.
In place of an immediate answer, he steps away from her so that there's enough space between them. The scythe spins in his hands as if weightless, carving through the air with a deadly precision accompanied by the whistling of air cut cleanly in half.
Then he puts it away, regains the proximity of conversation once more. ]
I don't like to use it, though.
[ He doesn't have qualms about it personally, but others do, and he's learned about the importance of respecting people. ]
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In place of an immediate answer, he steps away from her so that there's enough space between them. The scythe spins in his hands as if weightless, carving through the air with a deadly precision accompanied by the whistling of air cut cleanly in half.
Then he puts it away, regains the proximity of conversation once more. ]
I don't like to use it, though.
[ He doesn't have qualms about it personally, but others do, and he's learned about the importance of respecting people. ]