Hey, You, Whatcha Gonna Do? (Murasaki, Stefan)

After a brief pause to allow their words to sink in fully, Stefan nodded in approval to Murasaki and turned in the direction of the two side-by-side elevators on the far side of the room. Suddenly realization of what he had done to his own home hit him like a truck as he froze in place momentarily, thankfully facing away from Murasaki so that the distraught look on his face would not be readily visible. "Fuck..." he mumbled under his breath, fully aware of how annoying it will be to have his headquarters repaired. Though at this point moving out and simply allowing it to be demolished would probably make more sense in the long run. This was hardly the first time he'd destroyed his own building as memories from his short bout with Mirja came to mind.

Turning to face Murasaki once again he spoke to her one final time as he prepared to leave "Yeah uh, I wouldn't recommend sticking around too long...I think this place might be fucked. If you need something from me in the future, just let me know. Maybe a fourth sword to accompany you and the ones at your hip. Either way, us greenies gotta stick together. Not everyone can be this cool." Knowing what he said probably sounded incredibly stupid, Stefan confidently swung back around and left the training room for possibly the last time. Murasaki's words clung to his mind; perhaps her prediction was right, and there was still plenty for both of them to still accomplish. Only time would tell and she was reluctant to reveal her secrets.