[ The inside of a ship is unmistakable to him, even if it's not one he knows. Plain angles and screens, images of battles, a hollow glow that illuminates the strain in the faces present around it. Seems militarized, but Mikazuki doesn't comment on it. He likewise doesn't focus much on what's being said, but on the faces that Setsuna names as they watch the memory unfold.
He ventures, picking out the most important bit he can from this. ]
Your group?
[ It's not hesitation, but he doesn't mention the real word that comes to mind. ]
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He ventures, picking out the most important bit he can from this. ]
Your group?
[ It's not hesitation, but he doesn't mention the real word that comes to mind. ]