Sora nodded at Hitsugaya's opinion about the whole brainwashing disaster. He was better, and while the memories of his fake life were still weirdly vivid, he was doing a decent job of phasing them out of his mind. Sooner or later, they would start to fade and he could just pretend that whole day had never happened. It had just been so bizarre...
Even if Hitsugaya's comment on the job he'd done two nights ago was so short that he could have easily missed it, Sora was still glad to hear it. Every now and then, it was nice to be appreciated. Not that Sora required that, but it certainly didn't hurt. He smiled and nodded. Really, he was happy to help. It was for the good of all of them, after all.
As for distributing the knives, Sora already knew he didn't need one for himself. He got the feeling Tsubaki wouldn't either, if she could summon that scythe out of her hair or... whatever it was. Hokuto he should probably ask, but the first step was figuring out where the goods had ended up in the first place. "I'll do that," he agreed, "and let you know if there are any leftovers."
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Even if Hitsugaya's comment on the job he'd done two nights ago was so short that he could have easily missed it, Sora was still glad to hear it. Every now and then, it was nice to be appreciated. Not that Sora required that, but it certainly didn't hurt. He smiled and nodded. Really, he was happy to help. It was for the good of all of them, after all.
As for distributing the knives, Sora already knew he didn't need one for himself. He got the feeling Tsubaki wouldn't either, if she could summon that scythe out of her hair or... whatever it was. Hokuto he should probably ask, but the first step was figuring out where the goods had ended up in the first place. "I'll do that," he agreed, "and let you know if there are any leftovers."