[ There's a weight on the sentiment, like it'd stopped being home long before it'd been destroyed by the Storm. In the background, the two boys talk — of food and real beds, a place to belong. A place that's not here, but still sealed in red.
It's then that the scenery shifts with gut-lurching speed and clarity, because that's how Mikazuki's brain connects these pivotal moments of his life where everything else falls away.
Instead, there's the sound of whimpering children, fists hitting frail cheekbones long before anything else comes into view. ]
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[ There's a weight on the sentiment, like it'd stopped being home long before it'd been destroyed by the Storm. In the background, the two boys talk — of food and real beds, a place to belong. A place that's not here, but still sealed in red.
It's then that the scenery shifts with gut-lurching speed and clarity, because that's how Mikazuki's brain connects these pivotal moments of his life where everything else falls away.
Instead, there's the sound of whimpering children, fists hitting frail cheekbones long before anything else comes into view. ]