[ Keaton's movements are more soothing than intrusive. It's a slow bleed of color back into the memory that Mikazuki never experienced, but had a hand in all the same. There's part of him that aches to know, and an even more stubborn part that tells him what's done is done. There is this marker, his name, their names, and a world he knew he was going to leave behind.
It's just he didn't know there would be a new one ahead thanks to this very entity that's confronting him with this image.
And with someone eager to ward him away from it. ]
I'm not sure if it's about being a different kind of human... or whether or not it's right.
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It's just he didn't know there would be a new one ahead thanks to this very entity that's confronting him with this image.
And with someone eager to ward him away from it. ]
I'm not sure if it's about being a different kind of human... or whether or not it's right.
[ Right and wrong aren't very important to him. ]
But I can live.