[ he's never seen anything like this before in his life. fighting between two machines, where one is very familiar and the other one isn't. he saw the more colorful of the two stand in the hangar not too long ago, proud and strong and unbroken. untouched. not in shambles like he sees it now, limbs missing and plates falling off and---
flesh and blood, he can somehow smell it. for once in his life, Keaton covers his face and turns his head at the carnage. a sinking feeling in his chest so heavy and falling into the pit of his stomach, like a punch to the gut that just sits there and rolls around; the feeling of loss. guilt.
the image in front of him blurs.
and he's suddenly seeing another place he's never been to before, but a familiar person standing in front of him. the wolfskin doesn't see the gravestone as he immediately takes a few steps, just so he could almost touch Mikazuki's shoulder from behind. ]
You lived?
[ his tail, which felt somber seconds before, is back to wagging. relieved. ]
f + g
flesh and blood, he can somehow smell it. for once in his life, Keaton covers his face and turns his head at the carnage. a sinking feeling in his chest so heavy and falling into the pit of his stomach, like a punch to the gut that just sits there and rolls around; the feeling of loss. guilt.
the image in front of him blurs.
and he's suddenly seeing another place he's never been to before, but a familiar person standing in front of him. the wolfskin doesn't see the gravestone as he immediately takes a few steps, just so he could almost touch Mikazuki's shoulder from behind. ]
You lived?
[ his tail, which felt somber seconds before, is back to wagging. relieved. ]