[ The fact that they've been able to jump from one topic to another so effortlessly and without any sort of awkward pause or feeling between them sure says something and... maybe it's needed? In a sense, at least.

But, as Rokurou talks, Trunks listens and it's only after a moment that he comes to pull his backpack around a little so that he can unzip a pocket to reach inside.

Maybe for an adult... maybe for someone who's had different experiences than him, it makes sense with the whole accepting that people can and will inevitably leave you at some point during your life and that the experiences of those friendships and relationships are really what it all boils down to in the end. But for an eight year old who, while still relatively smart for his age, is still just a kid with a lack of life experience overall, he's not so sure he can agree with that so easily. ]

I want to protect my friends and people I care about. Even people who can't protect themselves.

[ Perhaps an insight into his creating The Knights of Thras aside from protecting his Arehtei and finding knights to be cool. ]

And I don't want to forget about anyone here or have them forget me.

[ To which, after a little digging around in the pocket, he pulls out a leather cord that has a small pebble or stone of some sort tied to it and holds it out for Rokurou. ]

Here. I was making these for the Knights of Thras because they kinda look like dragon eggs [ they're not, thankfully. ] and even though you're not one of the knights, if one of us leaves and forgets the other, if we have these, we can see that we know each other because I have one, too.