[the hug is easily accepted, so very much like second nature. and yet something about it almost makes buzen feel guilty, wondering if it's alright for him to accept comfort after what shenhe had just seen. despite this uncertainty - he melts into it, an embrace as warm as any other, because there's always some part of him that's willing to bend to others' requests.

at her words, he's surprised into laughter, a little surprised and marveling thing.]

.... probably. I'm still getting used to this heart.

[sheepishly, like he feels bad for not figuring out all the ways that emotions work in the three years that he's had.]

I guess... we're still ultimately just something in between. [not entirely human, not entirely blade. he's quiet for a moment longer, before he speaks again] ... I'm still sorry that you had to see that, Shen-san.

I'm not proud of it—killing a friend.

[and in the end, he can't help but wonder if it's still a sore point for her]