[ It's familiar enough, even if those loose ends that Duo had tied up for himself had become the fabric of Tekkadan — boys with no one who needed them forming the iron connection, binding themselves with blood. It's one path of many, two similar choices with very different outcomes.
Mikazuki might not have anything to say to acknowledge it, but his silent concentration speaks plenty. ]
It's me.
[ The appendage loops, itching for something to sink into. ]
When I pilot like this, it's hard to imagine not having a tail.
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Mikazuki might not have anything to say to acknowledge it, but his silent concentration speaks plenty. ]
It's me.
[ The appendage loops, itching for something to sink into. ]
When I pilot like this, it's hard to imagine not having a tail.
[ That's how interwoven they are. ]