[ Certainly, it comes as no surprise. Though Arjuna portrays himself proper as royalty should, he is a warrior first and foremost. He wonders for a moment if it had been the care in which he had put into admiring the craft that gave it away, but shelves that question for another day, another time, or perhaps never at all. ]

Indeed. We who fight in the battlefield are taught to appreciate the craftsmanship of a weapon like no other.

[ It's all he says about himself, for now - barely anything at all, nothing Mikazuki hadn't guessed already. ]

I see. It's not the most conventional way, I suppose, but it's certainly better than to be left without any option at all.

[ There's a feeling in him that relates far too well to this man's experience. Mikazuki Munechika is a being made of magic, and so is Arjuna. They are not quite the same - Mikazuki a weapon, Arjuna a shadow of the past -, but the way they must rely on another can't help but allow the prince's thoughts to wander and question about his own Master's whereabouts and safety. ]

I am the same, however.

[ Equivalent exchange. ]

I am a warrior, as you've surmised, but I am also a spirit, much akin to yourself. This body of mine is sustained by the magical energy my Master provides. I am able to fend by myself in the case we are separated, but... [ Not only his prowess overall are weakened, but the conditions to restore his mana can be quite a bother. Arjuna smiles, his sentence never completed. ] It seems we're at quite a predicament without our masters.