NEVER MADE A HEART GROW → dagger

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

Weapons. Despite having no memory of using a weapon in his short life thus far, the sight of one set off some sort of tingle in the back of Fraggle's mind. The gleam of a blade was unbearably familiar, although he couldn't figure out why. Perhaps one of his parents had used one? That seemed unlikely, though, considering how difficult it would be for a rabbit to wield a blade effectively. A dagger was small enough for them, he supposed, but was it really worth it? Besides that, such an assumption doesn't didn't seem right to him. Vincent's dagger was causing something to go off in his mind, but he couldn't figure out what, and it was such an annoying feeling. For a moment he simply stared at the blade, not fully sharpened and slightly wet with the other's blood. Part of him wanted to reach out and touch it, as if that would somehow awaken him to whatever his mind was so desperately trying to remind him of. He decided against that, however. He was just a child, with no idea how to wield a blade. Trying to pick it up would probably only lead to him getting injured as well.

Ah, injured. Right. Vincent was injured. That thought was enough to break Frag's focus from the dagger, his blue gaze moving over to Vincent himself. Thankfully, it seemed as though the other wasn't too hurt, and Aesior was doing a good job of patching him up. Upon hearing what the other had to say, the rabbit didn't hold back the small bout of laughter that left him, his head shaking from side to side. As he hopped a bit closer to Vincent, he spoke warmly, "It's not wasting supplies to help you! You're a member of The Golden Eye, which means that you deserve help just like the rest of us. Besides, just because you don't know someone doesn't mean you shouldn't help them out. After all, people you don't know are just potential future friends." Of course, the boy knew that not every stranger was friendly, and that not everyone would be glad for the help. He had to learn that quickly when he had been traveling alone, considering his prey animal status. However, he always preferred being kind to being cruel, since it meant that there was at least a chance of forming a new friendship, rather than a new enemy.

With his short friendship speech over with, Fragglerock found himself glancing back over at the dagger, a thoughtful expression on his face. Not wanting Vincent to focus too much on the fact that he was being helped – and not wanting the other to consider himself a burden, Frag questioned lightly, "Hey... where'd you get that dagger, anyways? I bet there's an interesting story behind it." And he wanted to hear it, if there was one. Both out of his own childish curiosity, and because he wanted to see if it would set off some sort of memory in his mind. Anything to stop that annoying and unexplained feeling of deja vu.

[glow=#4c2c1c,2,300]YOU CAN WRAP MY BRAIN IN PLASTIC[/glow]