'Might be'. Are you that desperate to fight with me, Chishiya, that you would disagree about weather?

[Off-handed and a little distracted, because he's still thinking about Chishiya words - he doesn't want to, because the man is irritating. He is a grain of sand in otherwise good boots, he is the first bite of an unripe apple, the small tear in a leather glove. Minuscule, yet so--]

The sunset looks lovely from the beach. Have you seen it?