"They are?" That was good. As much as he didn't really show it, being alone was not something that Trowa enjoyed long term anymore. He had been fine with it at the start of the war. Now it was harder for him to do.

He watched the dragons' antics. He was definitely amused by them. He had never seen anything like them before so he couldn't help but watch them for a moment before Peter spoke again.

"It is. There is also a blade in the arm for when it runs out of ammo."

Not if... when.

"They weren't my choice either, but they are good colors."