"It's sloppy." Is all Saibara has to say gruffly and unhelpfully as he looks at the hammer Gray spent the last week trying to perfect.

Gray looks absolutely devastated for a moment before furrowing his brows and scoffing, shoving his hands into his pockets and glancing off to the side.

"Yeah yeah. It's always sloppy. Maybe I'm just useless." He mutters miserably before heading straight out of the Forge and beelining for the beach. He considers visiting Marie at the library but right now he just wants to sulk alone.