There was no denying the boy's statement. Dias hadn't been paying much attention to the people in line - honestly, he hadn't really cared to - but now that he looked, very few of them seemed happy to be here. Had they been pulled to this place unexpectedly as well? Where from? He didn't recognize any soldiers from the front lines, and since they'd all been wearing plate mail it would have been hard to miss them if they were in the crowd somewhere, so no one else from where he'd been seemed to have come along...
He turned his attention back to the boy, though, when the blond made the stunningly naive observation that fighting could hurt people (Dias had always thought that was sort of the point), and the similarly insane proclamation that Dias should have left his weapon sheathed when the silver-haired brat's own sword had come into play. His faintly disturbing red eyes almost held a hint of incredulity as he replied. "I would have been better served, then, when confronted by an angry person brandishing a sharp sword, not to prepare myself for a battle by at least having my weapon ready? I have no wish to fight foolish children, but I like the idea of being run through by one without defending myself even less."
Again, the words were not overly harsh or critical(even if the disbelieving tone they were spoken in suggested that the blond must be suffering from some sort of mental illness to have ever made such suggestions). As far as Dias was concerned, they were statements of fact - obvious fact, at that, but the boy was very obviously not a fighter himself and couldn't really be expected to know these things. The sheer innocence of him and his simple ideals made him think of Rena, a girl so gentle she cried for birds that died after flying into windows, and his voice softened accordingly. "Does it matter, anyway? There was no fight."
To Al (You know it~ ♥)
He turned his attention back to the boy, though, when the blond made the stunningly naive observation that fighting could hurt people (Dias had always thought that was sort of the point), and the similarly insane proclamation that Dias should have left his weapon sheathed when the silver-haired brat's own sword had come into play. His faintly disturbing red eyes almost held a hint of incredulity as he replied. "I would have been better served, then, when confronted by an angry person brandishing a sharp sword, not to prepare myself for a battle by at least having my weapon ready? I have no wish to fight foolish children, but I like the idea of being run through by one without defending myself even less."
Again, the words were not overly harsh or critical(even if the disbelieving tone they were spoken in suggested that the blond must be suffering from some sort of mental illness to have ever made such suggestions). As far as Dias was concerned, they were statements of fact - obvious fact, at that, but the boy was very obviously not a fighter himself and couldn't really be expected to know these things. The sheer innocence of him and his simple ideals made him think of Rena, a girl so gentle she cried for birds that died after flying into windows, and his voice softened accordingly. "Does it matter, anyway? There was no fight."