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She seemed to take what he'd said incredibly well. In fact, it seemed as if she thought it to be a genuinely funny joke, based off of her reaction. Really skirted disaster there. Her laugh was also something that was incredibly enticing to him. Whenever he ran into something that was pure, he had the desire to corrupt it. This situation was entirely different. That purity was so attractive here that he could barely stand it. Instead of corrupting it, his only goal was to preserve it in its entirety, no matter the cost.
With the brain he had, he also immediately realized that he was being moronic. It wasn't like he'd known this chick for long, and he had only a tenuous connection to her, at best. At the same time, that really didn't seem to matter. In the same way that his arrogance overtook him in battle, his.... something else, overtook him here. For the first time since his childhood, he actually, genuinely cared about something. He heard her question, and reflected on it a bit before answering. At the same time he began to absentmindedly trace one of his fingers over the tattoos that marked the opposite hand.
"Ahh, that's a bit of a long story. Not sure if you wanna hear it all right now. If I were to summarize it though... they're a constant reminder of my past, and what's influenced my path to becoming who I am today. I got them when I was still a human, who knew tattoos follow you even to the afterlife? At that time they were incredibly important to me. A memory of what had been, and what I would make sure would be. I completed that goal a few minutes before my death, and now they serve as an insight into what I once was, and to what I could become again, if not tempered. "
His reminiscence was deep after he said this. Of course, if she pressed he could go into specifics, but he didn't ever assume that anyone was incredibly interested in his life story, so he generally held back from telling hour long tales.
“Oh... I see, I see. Well, that's something good, I think. It takes a lotta commitment to get something like that as a reminder, ya know? Most people might just write a note or somethin', but you really made sure you'd never forget. That's admirable.”
Nodding once, as if to affirm her own statement, Murasaki reached out (without asking, it should be noted) and took one of Law's hands in both of hers, pulling it closer to her so she could study the tattoos with more care. There may not have been too much detail for her to center in on, but she was nothing if not a curious girl, and seeing them up close sated that innocent but genuine interest in the markings.
“I won't ask ya for all the details just yet, I know that'd be pretty personal. But maybe after some time working together, yeah? That'd be nice. I try to take the division camping every now and again, so maybe we can spend a little time around the campfire and share.”
With a gentle smile, Murasaki gave Law's hand a pat before releasing it, rifling around one of her many laid-out snacks and taking a large piece of candy. She definitely felt like she'd made a good choice offering him the spot, and though she knew she wasn't the smartest girl around, she was really, really confident about this.