Wrenching himself out of his own head - out of another desperate man's ranting - is a strain. Too weak. Too weak. Too weak. When focus he hadn't realized had faded returns, he doesn't recognize the man he's looking at.]
Ah- [It returns slowly, like smoke that seeps under the gap of a door. Until it fills the room, suffocating all else. A dingy room, the sound of a man coughing on his own blood-]
You don't owe the world anything, either.
[And yet Cain goes on and on about protecting people. Upholding some sort of moral obligation that they both know is empty.]
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Takasugi doesn't remember.
Wrenching himself out of his own head - out of another desperate man's ranting - is a strain. Too weak. Too weak. Too weak. When focus he hadn't realized had faded returns, he doesn't recognize the man he's looking at.]
Ah- [It returns slowly, like smoke that seeps under the gap of a door. Until it fills the room, suffocating all else. A dingy room, the sound of a man coughing on his own blood-]
You don't owe the world anything, either.
[And yet Cain goes on and on about protecting people. Upholding some sort of moral obligation that they both know is empty.]