Such a simple gesture spoke depths upon which a sentence wouldn't allow. In fact Kurogane suspected that even if he had a year he wouldn't manage to find the words to reply. If he were to write a letter the pages would be blank for lack of vocabulary. However he knew he would never write a letter as well as he knew a reply would never come because he was not a man of apt words like Fai. His way was that of the sword and as such his temperament matched expressing through acts of good or ill will towards others. Fai on the other hand moved like a ghost with a lost past; its own death a constant bitter reminder of an unattainable future. Maybe that was why Kurogane was so unprepared, so unabashedly shocked by Fai´s most forceful yet calm demand ever. His blue stained eyes hidden beneath his eyelids so the truth couldn't be seen. A cold loveless simper completing the mask of false ease as the words slipped casually from his lips. So ironically like a farewell yet feigning the opposite. How true to the mages personality. Much like their agitated relationship; beneath the surface so much more.
A/N: I swear this is the last "Morning, Kurogane" related fic i´ll do!! I´ve done like three. People must be getting sick of them by now P. So what did you think of the fic?