[Tsurumaru offers the piece of himself that chipped off like old paint. Alhaitham, being Alhaitham, plucks it from Tsurumaru's palm to inspect it. To experience it by texture and temperature as if an affirmation of is sight.
Tsurumaru isn't incorrect, really.
That this is a piece of someone's body doesn't outwardly disturb him. It only inwardly disturbs him in that this theoretically could happen to any of them, were they slightly less cautious. Being unmade would be a terrible way to go.
He presses the piece between his fingertips, then looks up to Tsurumaru.] And are you human?
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Tsurumaru isn't incorrect, really.
That this is a piece of someone's body doesn't outwardly disturb him. It only inwardly disturbs him in that this theoretically could happen to any of them, were they slightly less cautious. Being unmade would be a terrible way to go.
He presses the piece between his fingertips, then looks up to Tsurumaru.] And are you human?