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[This afternoon, the quirky merriment at Terre Haute has something very sudden cutting its way in. There's the very distinct sound of an explosion. It shakes the ground with a small tremor for but a brief moment. Those who are looking at a certain monolith in the distance may see that there is now smoke coming from it, parts of it crumbling and tearing away as black smoke begin to fill the air.

Something's happening at that strange "thing" that fell from the sky. But what? Dare you disregard the unsettling feeling that may begin to steadily fill the air?]

[REACTIONS | GIRAFFES | NEW FRIENDS | I DON'T LIKE THESE NEW FRIENDS]
(OOC: More sections will be posted as the event progresses!)

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Yes, you are. [Giotto doesn't deny it.] But everybody's allowed to be an idiot every once in a while. Just learn from it, and don't make the same mistake twice.

[He nods.]

I should apologize. [He looks up, back towards the fight, where he knew his tutor would be.]

After the fight.

[He follows his line of sight, watching. Hopefully there was an after.]

If they overwhelm the village, we'll have to pull back and leave.

[He nods as his mind wanders back to the battle. Those giant insects towering over him, Zelos' yell, the blood spraying out and hitting him on the face...

He blinks and looks at his hand, because he'd been touching his face earlier, and sure enough, there was gross, yellowish-greenish blood on it.

He jerks suddenly, bile rising to his throat, and he gets off his seat and stumbles away so he can at least vomit behind the side of the counter.]

[Giotto can't say he hadn't expected that to happen. He makes his way around the bar, and wraps an arm around his stomach, gently supporting him, because that was the only real thing he could do for him now.]

[He barely notices the arm around his stomach and continues to retch. When he finally slows down, he gasps for air and leans heavily into Giotto, a couple of tears rolling down his cheeks.]

[Giotto takes the weight easily and gently walks him back to his seat, sitting him down.] Deep breaths, Tsuna.

[Meanwhile he's disappearing around the counter to look for something for him to drink. Preferably something that isn't juice.]

[He sits there, doing as Giotto instructed and taking deep breaths. Man, he felt pretty pathetic right now. And Giotto had gone out of his way to drag him back to safety, and now he was looking after him because of the stupid decision he'd made...

Absent-mindedly, he grabs his dagger off the counter and sheathes it.]

[Giotto pops back up, annoyed.] Do you think these giraffes would have anything other than juice?

[He slides a glass of plain apple juice over to get the taste of bile out of his mouth.And then he looks out to see how the battle was going. The line was still far away. They had some time before they should probably pull back farther.]

[Tsuna blinks, then reaches over and takes the glass, taking some in his mouth and swishing it around before spitting it off to the side. It wasn't water, but it'd do.

Then he drinks, taking a few generous gulps of the juice. His gaze follows Giotto's, and he silently looks at the far away battle.]

[He lets the silence linger for a few moments, before he speaks into it.] Did you kill it?

[He glances at Giotto, then down.]

... I don't know.

[He felt like he'd been fighting blindly, all instinct and survival. Even now, everything was a blur.]

[Another silence, and Giotto plays with his ring, spinning it about on his finger.] ...I remember the first time I killed someone.

[He lifts his head and looks silently at Giotto, listening.]

...I was just a year or so older than you. It was after we started our vigilante group, and we were going after a few thugs that had been roughing up some of the villagers. We didn't expect them to actually be armed. We were young and stupid and thought we could take on anything.

[There's a bitter brittle tone about his voice.] They attacked us with knives, and I got into a fight with one of them over his knife. I managed to knock him out and take it, and turned around just to see one with a gun about to shoot G.

...So I stabbed him. [It was utter adrenaline reaction, all he could think about at that moment was to save his best and oldest friend.]

[G... that was his childhood friend, his right hand man. He was trying to protect him. And he did, but...]

I had stabbed him in the stomach. And I remember just standing over him with the bloody dagger until G pulled me away. ...He probably bled to death in that alleyway, of course. I threw the dagger into the ocean later.

[He had scrubbed his hands to get rid of the blood until G had stopped him, too. And he hadn't been able to sleep for a few days afterwards. But he's not quite sure he can mention that, even to Tsuna.] ...So you're not overreacting or weak. Taking a life is a serious thing.

[Tsuna's gaze drops to the ground for a moment, before he looks back towards the fight.]

Why are they attacking us, anyway? Do you think we threatened them...?

Do they need a reason? If they have one, we may never know, since I don't think they feel like talking.

[A pause.]

We should probably move back towards the wagons.

[He nods and sips his glass, getting off the chair. It's only now that he feels the sting in his leg.]

Ah...

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