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[ his eyes flick to the sword, but that's just fine. makes it an even match. ]
Well, I belong here.
[ he also takes in the outfit. Flynn's Commandant, still. that's -- good, right? maybe. he's not convinced. all it necessarily means is that Flynn's kept it quiet. hell, maybe it would've even been easier... that way.
he shakes his head, clearing it, and then flicks his wrist, one smooth gesture that unsheathes his sword and discards that sheathe. ]