[ One of his hands finally relinquishes the lever it'd been grasped on to weather out the battering his Gundam implements as a means of expressing the time spent inert. Those last moments catch thick in his throat, the taste of his own death and the overwhelming influence of Barbatos keeping his heart burning through its own slow, painstaking battle. Muscle had been crushed, ribs broken. A cage to be liberated from violently, like he'd always known. He'd given it all to this machine in exchange for that.
And it hasn't forgotten.
Fingers swipe beneath his nose, the coarse pads smearing the blood there. As an afterthought he licks the rest away, gaze sliding to Takasugi in the same motion. ]
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And it hasn't forgotten.
Fingers swipe beneath his nose, the coarse pads smearing the blood there. As an afterthought he licks the rest away, gaze sliding to Takasugi in the same motion. ]
Not really. It never wants to stop.
[ Neither does he. ]