[ he takes his eyes off of Mikazuki, to stare at the stone with the words. a memorial? some kind of list with names. he goes around Mikazuki to crouch, stare at each one. none of them have any meaning to him--- not to say that he disrespected them, but without the context other than the battle he just saw, it goes over his head and in between those ears of his... ]
And what were your orders?
[ ... everything is grey, or at least, in some kind of greyscale in front of him. whatever world they stand in, it must be important to Mikazuki. perhaps even more so, when his name is one of many listed on the marker.
reaching out, he touches it. one finger over a familiar name. ]
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And what were your orders?
[ ... everything is grey, or at least, in some kind of greyscale in front of him. whatever world they stand in, it must be important to Mikazuki. perhaps even more so, when his name is one of many listed on the marker.
reaching out, he touches it. one finger over a familiar name. ]