[Mary almost responds to Juzo's first statement with a quip of some kind, mostly that of course he hasn't had to use it here, given the lack of Berühren breathing down their necks. It's not like Camelot has another GSU that they're throwing at him or anything of the sort.
But she looks at him, really looks at him, and the statement dies on her lips. True to Juzo's suspicions, she realizes right away that what she's looking at is different than what she knows him to have.]
You don't say.
[Her statement is flat, carefully devoid of any affect as she feels her stomach sink for reasons she can't quite identify. She pokes at his back gingerly, as if something could jump out and bite her if she's not too careful. It isn't long before she notices the XII etched into the base of it, which both answers and creates a whole host of questions.]
This isn't yours, Juzo.
[If it sounds like an accusation, that's because it is.]
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But she looks at him, really looks at him, and the statement dies on her lips. True to Juzo's suspicions, she realizes right away that what she's looking at is different than what she knows him to have.]
You don't say.
[Her statement is flat, carefully devoid of any affect as she feels her stomach sink for reasons she can't quite identify. She pokes at his back gingerly, as if something could jump out and bite her if she's not too careful. It isn't long before she notices the XII etched into the base of it, which both answers and creates a whole host of questions.]
This isn't yours, Juzo.
[If it sounds like an accusation, that's because it is.]