[To both comments. Matoba smiles cheerfully at Hizen's stone-faced reception of his demonstration. In the end, it didn't really matter whether Hizen made any show or comment to his power or not: what mattered, and they both knew this, was that it meant that he could now do what he had previously only made mention of.]
[But then, speaking of which, he had made some little offers, hadn't he?]
[Matoba gestures towards Hizen's 'body'.] That's right.... You haven't been injured, have you? [Really injured. He isn't talking about the little shots and scratches and whatever else to his spirit's form. Matoba slips his hand into his sleeve, and tugs out a strip of paper. He holds it out pinched between two fingers, in the space between them.] I made an offer to you before, didn't I?
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[To both comments. Matoba smiles cheerfully at Hizen's stone-faced reception of his demonstration. In the end, it didn't really matter whether Hizen made any show or comment to his power or not: what mattered, and they both knew this, was that it meant that he could now do what he had previously only made mention of.]
[But then, speaking of which, he had made some little offers, hadn't he?]
[Matoba gestures towards Hizen's 'body'.] That's right.... You haven't been injured, have you? [Really injured. He isn't talking about the little shots and scratches and whatever else to his spirit's form. Matoba slips his hand into his sleeve, and tugs out a strip of paper. He holds it out pinched between two fingers, in the space between them.] I made an offer to you before, didn't I?
See if you can touch this, without harm.