[ percy pays mind to the shadow in his periphery, his gaze primarily focused on cheris as she explains. it's almost unsettling the way it moves, presenting itself without any kind of shyness now that he is aware of it. him. general shuos jedao. ]

Your idea to show it to me? [ he folds his arms over one another carefully, fingers drumming against elbows slowly. there's no enmity, it would seem, that he can outwardly perceive anyways. the relationship by the sound of it appears symbiotic almost, and the questions make the rounds through his head, though ever the listener, he keeps them to himself until she is through, reserving room for the most important one he's just spoken. ] A gun that would kill the revenant inside of you?

[ and the gears turn, but it doesn't take long. the revenant general tailored to cheris' body, the feel of the gun in his palm earlier, the admission itself is enough. his chin tilts up. ] There's a possibility now that you're not so closely kept that the proverbial shit could go, as they side, sideways. Just how likely is that, do you believe?

[ percy schools his face, steady and neutral, everything else within a steady rumble. ]