[ A hum. Thoughful, half in greeting, somewhat distracted. ]
I don't know if caught is the right word...
[ Mikazuki replies from within that maw, likewise not casting a look backwards. He doesn't need to; he'd recognized the gait even on new ground, the presence that meets jaws with jaws. Being caught between them isn't so bad, but his attention is on a small compartment in the jumpseat, accessible when the console is lowered. ]
Returned, maybe.
[ Everything in his body is wired to think that what he's seeing here is wrong, those last memories of this exact space broken, piecemeal, and red. It's cool on the inside of the cockpit, every component clean and fashioned expertly from dark metals and carbon.
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I don't know if caught is the right word...
[ Mikazuki replies from within that maw, likewise not casting a look backwards. He doesn't need to; he'd recognized the gait even on new ground, the presence that meets jaws with jaws. Being caught between them isn't so bad, but his attention is on a small compartment in the jumpseat, accessible when the console is lowered. ]
Returned, maybe.
[ Everything in his body is wired to think that what he's seeing here is wrong, those last memories of this exact space broken, piecemeal, and red. It's cool on the inside of the cockpit, every component clean and fashioned expertly from dark metals and carbon.
They all lie quiet, much like he has.
They all have been made new again.
Much like him, too. ]