"Yeah. Something like that. Can't believe I'd miss the chirping of the damn crickets."
He sounds thankful that she understands, if nothing else. Guts feels exposed enough missing his armor and his arsenal. The least he could do is keep his secrets.
Like Saturday, he also has a missing forelimb - the elbow of what remains of his left arm rests between his knees and chest. His own prosthetic was taken, though not without reason. It was less functioning hand and more a heavy iron bludgeon with a cannon built into it. A medieval blacksmith's crude attempt at an arm. So he'd be one-handed for a little while, until he could get a replacement that won't instantly smash someone's face in.
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He sounds thankful that she understands, if nothing else. Guts feels exposed enough missing his armor and his arsenal. The least he could do is keep his secrets.
Like Saturday, he also has a missing forelimb - the elbow of what remains of his left arm rests between his knees and chest. His own prosthetic was taken, though not without reason. It was less functioning hand and more a heavy iron bludgeon with a cannon built into it. A medieval blacksmith's crude attempt at an arm. So he'd be one-handed for a little while, until he could get a replacement that won't instantly smash someone's face in.