[Ganta's face awkwardly heats at the stranger's words. It actually reminds him of the words spoken by several members of Scar Chain. They had been counting on his skills. The very skills that had done absolutely no good, in the end. Well, in the end he had seen, before appearing in this place.
It leaves him feeling a bit shy, though--well, that's honestly not the biggest feat in the world. Ganta's really just a self-conscious teenager... Deadman, or not.]
Well, I'm... not all that skilled.
[Or brave.
And, he's not going to up and volunteer any information beyond what he's given, so far. Even to those who are quite obviously far from being run-of-the-mill, does he refuse to just up and tell anything. Maybe it has something to do with him being desensitized via imprisonment with the abnormal.
Or it could just be that the kid can shoot things with his blood. That's not a skill that will leave you feeling very slice-of-life.]
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It leaves him feeling a bit shy, though--well, that's honestly not the biggest feat in the world. Ganta's really just a self-conscious teenager... Deadman, or not.]
Well, I'm... not all that skilled.
[Or brave.
And, he's not going to up and volunteer any information beyond what he's given, so far. Even to those who are quite obviously far from being run-of-the-mill, does he refuse to just up and tell anything. Maybe it has something to do with him being desensitized via imprisonment with the abnormal.
Or it could just be that the kid can shoot things with his blood. That's not a skill that will leave you feeling very slice-of-life.]