[ Maybe to anyone else, he wouldn't have opened up so freely about it. He's alone now, after all, with the rest of his comrades tucked neatly back into stasis. That would paint a target on anyone who admitted what he just did. Judgment has never made him shy back, but the threat of trust weighs heavy on him even now, when he'd trusted wrong in the past. He doesn't feel wrong in doing so here, not so much.
Still, it slides back off the moment, and Mikazuki looks around in consideration, a little more rooted in reality for it. ]
Maybe we just walk out.
[ Through the fields, on this red path, and out of this memory. ]
tyin 'em up one by one
Still, it slides back off the moment, and Mikazuki looks around in consideration, a little more rooted in reality for it. ]
Maybe we just walk out.
[ Through the fields, on this red path, and out of this memory. ]