[A convention. With a ton of people around for one, and adding a costume group to it on top of that... No. That can't be right.
He looks back down to the armor, unable to pinpoint every weapon used. Things he design. Things he made with his own hands. Things used to attack his little brother, the same he was doing all this to protect.
He slowly shakes his head. No, little brother, he doesn't believe that.]
Hiro...
[He looks back to him again, strained and pained and so, so worried when he gets up. Sets the armor down on the bed and steps closer to him, looking him over. His eyes eventually fall on that bad arm. 'Gravity' One had said. 'Falling out of a tree' Hiro said. Tadashi carefully takes it in his hands and pulls back the sleeve to look at the scars again.]
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He looks back down to the armor, unable to pinpoint every weapon used. Things he design. Things he made with his own hands. Things used to attack his little brother, the same he was doing all this to protect.
He slowly shakes his head. No, little brother, he doesn't believe that.]
Hiro...
[He looks back to him again, strained and pained and so, so worried when he gets up. Sets the armor down on the bed and steps closer to him, looking him over. His eyes eventually fall on that bad arm. 'Gravity' One had said. 'Falling out of a tree' Hiro said. Tadashi carefully takes it in his hands and pulls back the sleeve to look at the scars again.]