Muramasa Katase
"E-Eh?" That made her puppet blink and blush harder, not even sure where to begin with how far Meti wanted to take this so quickly. Was she trying to imply that she wanted to die? What a strange girl, even to a sword like her. Still, after a moment the shell of Katase reached out to hold one of Meti's hands. The other was, of course, holding the Muramasa. "So impatient..."
But who was she to deny Meti such an earnest plea, even with her own pain lingering deep in the chorus of souls? Even with the scraps and fragments of dear Kenzo still lurking there, Katase couldn't go untouched by this. So the souls in the steel seemed to almost reach up and tug at Meti, as if trying to drag her under into their ranks. Her body, stubborn thing that it was, resisted and refused to allow it.
Still, she could feel herself beginning to drown. Her hand let go of the puppet's, and picked up a cup of tea. Katase tasted it with Meti's tongue.