[A body coiling in on itself, seized by regret, isn't a foreign sight. Takasugi watches her spew her grievances, listening as much to the thunderous explosions in the sky as to her aimless words.
Until her last promise seeps from her lips, bolder than any destruction in the sky.]
Oh? [Kill, huh? Strange, to lament the loss of someone to be slain, but the sentiment resonates with Takasugi more than the deep shudder of inaudible energy in the air around them.]
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Until her last promise seeps from her lips, bolder than any destruction in the sky.]
Oh? [Kill, huh? Strange, to lament the loss of someone to be slain, but the sentiment resonates with Takasugi more than the deep shudder of inaudible energy in the air around them.]
Who is he?