[ Oh really now? The comment about being left behind gets a brief but steady stare from Takasugi, his expression faintly smug. ]
I had no intention of chasing after you anyway.
[ No, they'll do it like they've always done: reaching for the similar goals while stubbornly marching their own paths, until said paths either smoothly converge of violently collide.
As for their surroundings, more details fade in and it quickly becomes obvious that they're at... a basketball game. Two teams in red and white dart back and forth across the court. A handful of old, familiar faces can be picked out among the players, but Katsura himself is on the bench, and Sakamoto can at least be heard up in the stands. Katsura finally turns his attention to the memory, but he immediately ends up frowning. ]
Actually, I don't think you were in this flashback, were you?
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I had no intention of chasing after you anyway.
[ No, they'll do it like they've always done: reaching for the similar goals while stubbornly marching their own paths, until said paths either smoothly converge of violently collide.
As for their surroundings, more details fade in and it quickly becomes obvious that they're at... a basketball game. Two teams in red and white dart back and forth across the court. A handful of old, familiar faces can be picked out among the players, but Katsura himself is on the bench, and Sakamoto can at least be heard up in the stands. Katsura finally turns his attention to the memory, but he immediately ends up frowning. ]
Actually, I don't think you were in this flashback, were you?