#ren........

unprompted ask.  always accepting.

          This guy wanted to be heard?  He wanted  him  of all people to pause and listen?  That was a bold move to try and pull but Dabi supposed he’d heard all sorts of pleadings right before he reduced someone to ashes   -   if they were lucky enough to speak at all on their own behalf.  There’s no real harm in taking a moment to listen to a guy who trembled like a dog about to piss itself;  but neither was there any value.  At least none that he could directly perceive.

taking the knife with both hands, mouth parted in slight surprise– it’s … new. it’s not familiar at all. blades are meant for talented huntsmen, not farm boys like him; no matter how he’d grown into the role, familiarized himself with weaponry, he knows all of his talent is ozpin’s.

taking it out from the sheath, he swings it. the blade flashes in the the harsh atlesian sun, glinting as oscar flows into a stabbing motion, away from ren and any spectators.

it’s lighter than long memory, the center of weight far closer to him than the cane.  it slides quietly back into its sheath.

it’s … new. it’s not familiar at all. but it’s a secondary weapon that he can make his…