[A brother, huh... Triela smiles, equal parts sad, bitter, and fond. It's good for a kid to have a brother, especially one who gives her gifts and keeps her protected. Triela can't help but wonder if this girl is like her — is it normal for brothers to arm their little sisters? She doesn't really know, but probably not. So, maybe in order to try and warm that coldness up a little, Triela says,] My brother gave this to me, too. [She hefts the shotgun and looks at it with real love in her eyes, before glancing back up at the girl before her.] You don't really see a lot of swords these days, though...

Uh, thanks, though. I guess I could give it a shot. Better to try than not, right?