[ In light of the chaos he'd just caused, the girl inside the first chamber doesn't make any moves of her own to greet him, breathing thick and labored, eyes watery. He knows the time they have is short, but it's much more than just compulsion driving him to the choice he's making. Smearing the oils and fluids from his palms to the material of his pants, he enters the cage and reaches out to stabilize her, gauging weight, balance. She flinches but accepts, because maybe it's all she knows how to do.
He's not like Orga. All that Orga Itsuka needed to bring people to him was his words. Children like them who only knew how to accept until they heard something that would inspire them to climb to their feet and follow. It's a thought that roars up in him, uninvited but pervasive, as he hauls the girl to her feet. He can't put it into words, he doesn't know how. ]
You can't stay here.
[ With that, he's tugging her from the cage at a sluggish pace, gaze turning over to the other freed creature with a quick, discerning brightness, much sharper now that he's brought forward motion to them both. The clicking gains no recognition from him, but he does usher it along to the next chamber with a strange finesse that suggests the logistics of this aren't an issue to him.
He'll find a way. ]
You, too.
[ It's then that the creature inside the locked chamber, mostly human save for its willowy joints and raspy vocalizations, begins to tap at the glass to vie for the attention of the one Takasugi released. Whatever transpires isn't a conversation, but recognition exists.
An aspect that only makes Mikazuki want to finish this job faster, finger harshly crooked against his gun's trigger. ]
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He's not like Orga. All that Orga Itsuka needed to bring people to him was his words. Children like them who only knew how to accept until they heard something that would inspire them to climb to their feet and follow. It's a thought that roars up in him, uninvited but pervasive, as he hauls the girl to her feet. He can't put it into words, he doesn't know how. ]
You can't stay here.
[ With that, he's tugging her from the cage at a sluggish pace, gaze turning over to the other freed creature with a quick, discerning brightness, much sharper now that he's brought forward motion to them both. The clicking gains no recognition from him, but he does usher it along to the next chamber with a strange finesse that suggests the logistics of this aren't an issue to him.
He'll find a way. ]
You, too.
[ It's then that the creature inside the locked chamber, mostly human save for its willowy joints and raspy vocalizations, begins to tap at the glass to vie for the attention of the one Takasugi released. Whatever transpires isn't a conversation, but recognition exists.
An aspect that only makes Mikazuki want to finish this job faster, finger harshly crooked against his gun's trigger. ]