[ hair ruffles are always good as they are welcomed, eyes pressing shut with a smile. it helps warm off the edge of feeling guilty, and he supposes a priest was a good person to be honest to? since he already started off, there wasn’t a reason to fall back. he reaches close to his pocket, where a holster is clipped. he pulls a marble sized orb from the holster, and cups it in his palms; a gentle blue light warms from it. ]

I asked for a rifle, so I could protect people, but . . . [ there was titan shifting too, but that . . . not only was it unstable, it was also overkill. the little orb rolls in his hand from side to side as he dips them gently. ] I never liked them. I don’t like hurting anyone. He gave me this instead, and said that if I practice hard enough, [ he holds his hand up with his palm curved up, just enough to keep it in place, ] it’d make anything lose its need for violence If I wanted them to.

[ it’s . . . a lot of responsibility. in the wrong hands, it could be a destructive advantage over people. it could make them defenseless over falco. he’s also a boy of his word though: he promised not to use it for anything that wasn’t either self defense or for someone’s own. the thought of it being with anyone else makes him swallow, tightly. ]

It’s just for a few minutes, but I think that’s more than enough to save someone. You won’t tell anyone else, right?

[ even if admin said it, that was alright. at least word didn’t come from falco when it came to others. he could become just as much of a weapon if the wrong person knew. ]