"Put a little more strength in your swing." The white haired girl instructed, leaning against the wall and watching.
Aoshiru looks at Sabitsuki and nods, then back at the steel pipe she lent him in his hands. Standing on shaky feet, he winds up and tries to swing the pipe. It collides against a wall, chipping it; though, the force of it makes him lose his footing and fall. "Ow... I, I don't think this is working for me."
"Maybe you just need a different weapon." Sabitsuki said, standing over him, yanking him back to his feet. "Maybe a gun - what do you think?"
"I, I'm not sure..." he said, giving her trademark weapon back. "Say, um... why do you want to help me learn to defend myself? I thought Urotsuki was your gir..."
"I can't handle seeing the sick and weak get abused." she said bluntly, an unhappy expression on her face. "Friend, girlfriend, whatever, I don't want her abusing ill people."
"Ah... but, um, why don't you ask her to... not hurt me?"
"Pfft. Do you think that I control her? I tell her not to do wheelies while we're riding on a motorcycle - and guess what? Fucker does it anyway."
He nods, while looking at her pale complexion and hair. "...did you need to defend yourself before?"
"Hm?"
"When you first got Rust."
The room experiences a brief, awkward silence. "...Not me, but..." Sabitsuki closed her eyes, reminiscing, a frown on her face. "...there were all sorts of children like me, that needed help. ...the damn world screwed them over as often as the disease did."
"...I'm... sorry for asking -"
"It's fine." She said, trying to dispell unfriendly memories from her mind. "So, what do you think of knives? I've got a friend that can hook you up..."
