[ On that point, Mikazuki can't relate, and his chin lowers as proof of it. There's never been a time when he'd held a grudge towards the world for where he'd come from or what he was. There was only ever forward. Not even for him, but for all the lives who depended on his singular existence. An existence tied to Orga, and to Barbatos. They found it here, beneath this red soil that the orphans fought and died on.
His shoulders shift, nearly imperceptive in the motion's plainness. ]
I don't like to be on my own.
[ There's nothing to defend or hide by not saying so. ]
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His shoulders shift, nearly imperceptive in the motion's plainness. ]
I don't like to be on my own.
[ There's nothing to defend or hide by not saying so. ]