[ A laugh like that might pierce right through someone with less constitution, but even if it had, Mikazuki would be determined to see it through to the smile at the end. His expression doesn't waver much in light of it, but the sentiment catches and holds — reverberates, just a little.
We have no where to return to, but we do have a destination.
Breaking his gaze, Mikazuki's eyes glide from the place a home once stood to the streets that no longer lead there, then back up again. ]
I think so too.
[ It's only when a familiar flash of red cuts through one of the alleyways that his gaze sticks, stone still, recognition welling in his body. ]
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We have no where to return to, but we do have a destination.
Breaking his gaze, Mikazuki's eyes glide from the place a home once stood to the streets that no longer lead there, then back up again. ]
I think so too.
[ It's only when a familiar flash of red cuts through one of the alleyways that his gaze sticks, stone still, recognition welling in his body. ]