My Home is a Person...

You mean being able to hand off my only weapon to someone? If that's what you're aiming at, then I suppose. You were always trusted with the blade, however. Me now, that came later. And she did trust Bajie with her life. That was the plain and simple of it. He had taken care of her as if she were his own for so long that she didn't remember a time that she hadn't thought of him as her father. That's just the way it was and always would be. But she nodded her head in agreement to his assertion that she was dangerous without the blade, that much was obvious.

Snack cakes. There's a bakery here somewhere, there has to be. The little ones we used to get when I was small, after a good bout in the ring, before I graduated to survival matches. Those were in her past. She wasn't fighting to survive anymore, but when she had first started to train under him, she had been.. barely old enough to hold her head up, let alone a weapon. How young had she been? It felt like eons ago, and while it had been, their time asleep hadn't lessened the love for one another, nor the memories that she held of that time period.

You don't think we'll need much more than food and weapons do you? We've always traveled light. Honestly, she traveled ultra light in most cases, she couldn't afford to have things tying her down to someone or somewhere that couldn't just up and leave at a moment's notice like her and Bajie could. I think they were selling hammocks in the market the other day, those would be useful. I can't remember the last time I had a decent bed roll.