[He nods. Most of what Axel was saying now were conclusions he'd already come to, but it helped hearing it from someone else. It made him feel less alone in this. Everyone else he's spoken to today has been a god. Not that the list was all that long yet. Still, it was nice to have someone who really gets what it's like when the only memories you have are merely hours old.]
Speaking of old things being gone... [He glances at the junk pile.] Was there anything else in that room that needs to be taken care of?
A couple more boxes. [Axel stops windmilling his arm to cross them instead, considering the pile. He's kind of tempted just to start a giant junk bonfire.]
I think my shoulder's fine, but hey, if you're offering to help....
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Speaking of old things being gone... [He glances at the junk pile.] Was there anything else in that room that needs to be taken care of?
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I think my shoulder's fine, but hey, if you're offering to help....
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[Besides, carrying a few more boxes is time spent being productive without having to dust.]
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[Asking Saix to carry his boxes for him? No way. He's got muscle! Even if he's not quite as bulked-up as the other shinki.
And if he didn't care about dropping them on his foot he'd definitely be able to carry more.]
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[Because clearly Axel would be the one to drop things, not himself.]
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[Look at him, the picture of maturity and self-discipline.
He seems to be sticking his tongue out.]