[ There's a hand on him, reminding Mikazuki of where he is. Where he really is.
Not here, a place that used to stand in memory of him and all the others. Not here, and yet there's a part of him that hasn't learned to completely focus through the homesickness. Not for Mars, but for the names on this marker. Still, this isn't for him. He'd looked at this grave so many times when it stood proud rather than rejected by the place it stands. Tekkadan died with Orga Itsuka, but it was the only place for him to go, to follow like he'd promised he would.
Still, he can't let someone else take part in his struggle, holding Keaton's words to him without moving at all. ]
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Not here, a place that used to stand in memory of him and all the others. Not here, and yet there's a part of him that hasn't learned to completely focus through the homesickness. Not for Mars, but for the names on this marker. Still, this isn't for him. He'd looked at this grave so many times when it stood proud rather than rejected by the place it stands. Tekkadan died with Orga Itsuka, but it was the only place for him to go, to follow like he'd promised he would.
Still, he can't let someone else take part in his struggle, holding Keaton's words to him without moving at all. ]
I carried out my orders.