[ Giru being the little helper that he is, turns to look up to the daemon and gives a yes, Trunks would like that to which the half-saiyan can't even be bothered to try and chide him for that and, instead, laughs softly under his breath, even if it's for no more than a couple seconds.
Looking up, he stares off across the temple, gaze landing on the weapons strewn about. ]
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Looking up, he stares off across the temple, gaze landing on the weapons strewn about. ]
What do we do now?