Duster gripped the loose sleeve of his shirt, rubbing his thumb slowly to better feel the details in the fabric and calm his thoughts. "It could mean...she wants you to realize that you like to fight a lot. To be honest...that feels like the only thing you care about. Sometimes."

Was she going to hate him for saying that? He knew that it was true, considering how often he saw her suggest sparring or one-on-one fighting above any other action.