[He doesn't need to look for injustice. It's clear in the way Olympia and Wyver both teem with hunger for war, in the way the Natha sit haughtily in their station and watch, expecting those they saved - willing or unwilling - to participate in their stead.
It's a mess he doesn't regard beyond the opportunities it presents.]
Do you really believe what those amanto say? That our wold is gone?
[Passed out near a pile of his own vomit? Takasugi doubts it - not because he's any less of a wreck in this memory than he appears, but because his stubbornness would carry him another room's length or so.
Before he'd sit and let his head lull lifeless.
As the world around him blurs away - and apparently their surroundings as well. Everything loses luster but the wooden floor; Takasugi shifts, feeling the board warp under his weight.]
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It's a mess he doesn't regard beyond the opportunities it presents.]
Do you really believe what those amanto say? That our wold is gone?
[Passed out near a pile of his own vomit? Takasugi doubts it - not because he's any less of a wreck in this memory than he appears, but because his stubbornness would carry him another room's length or so.
Before he'd sit and let his head lull lifeless.
As the world around him blurs away - and apparently their surroundings as well. Everything loses luster but the wooden floor; Takasugi shifts, feeling the board warp under his weight.]