[ There's no need for swords when the permeating sound of a gunshot clatters through the alleyways. Where Cain's home lies destroyed, a connection severed, there appears something not so much destroyed as desolate, worn down by time and circumstance. And a connection made.
For a moment, the two homes are intertwined, Mars's red glow beginning to seep into the memory. The blood pooling onto the ground reflects it, bright and saturated. Mikazuki sits next to the body and the gun, more than a handful of years younger. There's an injured boy behind him, looking on with a mixture of awe and fight. They're malnourished, grubby, protecting themselves against the harsh Martian chill with whatever they can.
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For a moment, the two homes are intertwined, Mars's red glow beginning to seep into the memory. The blood pooling onto the ground reflects it, bright and saturated. Mikazuki sits next to the body and the gun, more than a handful of years younger. There's an injured boy behind him, looking on with a mixture of awe and fight. They're malnourished, grubby, protecting themselves against the harsh Martian chill with whatever they can.
"Hey. What should I do next, Orga?"
What is it? He relaxes again. ]
It's me.
[ It's them. ]