<span style="color: Purple">"I agree," </span>Sabu turned his hands palms up and rested them on his knees,<span style="color: Purple"> "It would likely sooth relations if you held and returned Matsu-san's blade. Though we bear the title of Emerald Magistrate, I would suspect that one of your family personally handling this would be a greater honor than any of us."</span><br/><br/>Sabu, having said his peace, took his tea cup and brought it to his lips for another silent sip. Tomomi, in observing the Unicorn, may see that youthful war in his eyes between duty, etiquette, and ambition that comes with unexpected responsibility and influence. There was a tenseness to his shoulders that he kept to a professional minimum, but an observant eye would recognize it as eagerness.<br/><br/><span style="color: Purple">"It will be a pleasure to visit Shiro Matsu again."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>