[ Inertness is a burden. If there's one weight Mikazuki doesn't like to bear, if he can help it, which he almost always finds a way to do, it's that. There's responsibility in time and motion and choice, even if his had only ever hurtled him towards a fate that had no space for him. His view isn't big enough to think of this as another chance, because his place is small and the areas around his heart only have room for precious little, but he knows an emotion without a name when he sees one.
Finally, he kneels on the ground close enough to her, all monochromatic like this city that rises up new and yet very old around them. Save for blue, bright and discerning, unnervingly clear. Leaning over, he sees the corners of the photographs obscured by fur, and hums quietly. ]
You can't stay here for long. Do you want to take those with you?
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Finally, he kneels on the ground close enough to her, all monochromatic like this city that rises up new and yet very old around them. Save for blue, bright and discerning, unnervingly clear. Leaning over, he sees the corners of the photographs obscured by fur, and hums quietly. ]
You can't stay here for long. Do you want to take those with you?