For a long minute Connor scowls thoughtfully at the swords. It's not that he's not intelligent, but Connor spends a lot of time deliberating things. Any conversation with him is full of silent pauses. "...I'll be fine. Katana, I guess. My stamina isn't what it used to be." The last part is a reluctant grumble.
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Date: 2010-12-28 04:42 pm (UTC)