[He nods; even knowing Rue has so much patience and would never give up on him, he's still so incredibly grateful. He's silent for a long moment, his gaze drifting to the sword on the table. He hasn't had much time to think about it, but a sliver of an idea had begun to develop on his flight over to Rue's house, formed from a question mark he'd thought of before leaving the shrine the night before. He knows what he wants to do, now.]
Mom, um... can I ask a favour? Or- I guess- there's something I need your help with.
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Mom, um... can I ask a favour? Or- I guess- there's something I need your help with.