[His arm snaps out to grab for the handle. She can't accidentally cut herself with this, he can't bear to lose another person.]
Are you sure? It's not the real thing? [Grabbing it anyway, horrified that she'll be wrong and...huh. It's not wood. He swears the handle was made of wood. Angus visibly relaxes.]
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Are you sure? It's not the real thing? [Grabbing it anyway, horrified that she'll be wrong and...huh. It's not wood. He swears the handle was made of wood. Angus visibly relaxes.]