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Jin couldn’t help but feel a slight bit of irrratation at the way she looked at him. It was as if she knew him somehow…and, to him, she gave a familiar vibe as well. But why? It was almost similar to the way seeing Noel made him feel. However, she was not Noel. She was the most important figure in the Librarium. Telling her to get out of his sight, as he might say to Noel, was not an option in this sitaution, as tempting as it may have been.

“Not a problem.” Jin was lying for the most part in saying this, but he had no choice other than to try and remain composed in front of the Imperator. “Yukianesea…? She’s in top condition, of course,” he replied, resting his hand on the hilt of the katana out of habit. He wasn’t sure why she’d ask such a thing, and certainly didn’t plan on mentioning the reaction the sword was having to her presence.

She kept her cold stare trained on Jin. Thoughts ran through her head. Memories filled with emotion rattled her mind. Her dormant love for her brother wanted to speak, as did her overwhelming pity. That fear she had whenever she saw him also wanted a voice. Saya kept them all hidden, not a trace of feeling could be noticed. Her urge to run away clashed with her need to embrace him and apologize, causing her to remain still.

Her crimson eyes flitted towards Yukianesa. That sword, that chain, she was unsure whether she should be happy or sad that he kept it. The Imperator extended her arms towards Jin. “The sword. I desire to take a look at it myself,” she locked eyes with Jin, “give it to me.” It was not that she did not trust her brother - though she did not feel safe around him either - so much as she wanted to consult with the sword. Yukianesa, she could feel its will even from this far apart. “I promise nothing unfortunate will befall your blade if you do so.” She stated, as though her stoic tone could somehow be comforting.

(Source: murakumoface)