... Thank you. [The pause is because he's never received a compliment on his claymore before. An occasional comment, when it takes a shape the others didn't expect, but never a compliment.
He heaves it free from the zombie below, and although he doesn't make a grimace at the resulting gore, it's a near thing. He swings it behind him in his usual stance.]
The less there are, the better, [he agrees mildly. If they aren't handled now, then they'll just be pests later, should they escape the sun. Heartless are similar.]
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He heaves it free from the zombie below, and although he doesn't make a grimace at the resulting gore, it's a near thing. He swings it behind him in his usual stance.]
The less there are, the better, [he agrees mildly. If they aren't handled now, then they'll just be pests later, should they escape the sun. Heartless are similar.]