[ Keaton rising up and standing to face him makes Mikazuki focus on him over the sight of the grave and the farmland below. A clean break from the familiar and yet foreign impression of his surroundings. Knowing this is a memory of his world rather than his memory had made him more willing to experience it, to see the proof of his last actions.
And now there is Keaton, standing between him and that world that existed without him once, and now doesn't exist at all. His gaze stays on him, cool and steady. ]
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And now there is Keaton, standing between him and that world that existed without him once, and now doesn't exist at all. His gaze stays on him, cool and steady. ]
I was ready to die then. That's what I thought...