[ Seeing Barbatos repaired from a distance is one thing, but feeling its liveliness coursing unbroken through his nerves is another. It's especially different from the last time he'd piloted, both man and machine gnashed down to bloody, metallic marrow.
Mikazuki hadn't been able to function without Barbatos then. It's different now, but there's still a sense of wholeness and security to it, nearly bright.
He widens the way the Gundam banks, pulling it back into a cruise. ]
But it's good now.
[ He can only imagine it'll be the same for another pilot, however different their suits and situations. ]
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[ Seeing Barbatos repaired from a distance is one thing, but feeling its liveliness coursing unbroken through his nerves is another. It's especially different from the last time he'd piloted, both man and machine gnashed down to bloody, metallic marrow.
Mikazuki hadn't been able to function without Barbatos then. It's different now, but there's still a sense of wholeness and security to it, nearly bright.
He widens the way the Gundam banks, pulling it back into a cruise. ]
But it's good now.
[ He can only imagine it'll be the same for another pilot, however different their suits and situations. ]