[ Spitfire's expression twists like he smelt something rotten, before his mouth presses back into a thin line. Tumbler drained, he debates if there's any scotch leftover in his apartment. ]

That's very accommodating of him.

[ Deliberately forces his voice not to sound so heavy, he barely recognizes it that way. ]

The Regalia is yours, Kazu-kun, I have no right to take it from you. I was only the spark.

[ Sets the glass aside. Leans over the other boy to examine the Flame Regalia, I need to remember more stuff about A-T cause forgot what to even say here, flying roller blades, they look good right? sure. ]