( someone's in their lane... flourishing, moisturized, focused—

a someone who wasn't arjuna.

the archer tries to wear a façade of indifference, to swallow his unnerving pride... but he finds it nigh-impossible in the face of this ghost's obvious cheer. cheer over his failure.

a detestable knot stirs in the pit of his stomach. )

I see. Then you're taking credit for my... surprise, and for the cowardly way in which you took me unawares. I believe that's your right.