"I am." Mithrun shakes himself, but makes no move to step any further away from Angeal. He feels fine, so far as he can tell. He's attentive. He can move around fine. He's on top of things.

"Anyway-- that's because that isn't usually what's most efficient." The words - the justification - flow easily, as though this weren't the first time he'd consciously thought them.

But it's true, isn't it? It's what made sense, in the moment.

...He is definitely minding Angeal picking up that stick. "Weren't we walking away from it?"