Ginko wasn't expecting that question, but he supposes he should have.
He's quiet for a few moments before replying, weighing how much to say, balancing what he's willing to say with the knowledge of how much she deserves to know after she saw. The environment they're in helps some - not in the way that intoxication or sleeplessness might loosen his tongue, but enough for him to speak a little more easily.
"What you saw back then was a mushi, called tokoyami. There's no eye in that socket at all; I lost it long ago."
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Ginko wasn't expecting that question, but he supposes he should have.
He's quiet for a few moments before replying, weighing how much to say, balancing what he's willing to say with the knowledge of how much she deserves to know after she saw. The environment they're in helps some - not in the way that intoxication or sleeplessness might loosen his tongue, but enough for him to speak a little more easily.
"What you saw back then was a mushi, called tokoyami. There's no eye in that socket at all; I lost it long ago."