[ It was easy to bury the truth under concepts that had a prettier veneer. Mikazuki had seen it any number of times. Planted weapons, massacred innocents justified by the pretense of peacekeeping. It'd boiled his blood in a subversive way to stay put during those times. Because fighting in those instances had become a choice that wasn't his to make, but rather something routed through convoluted words and self-serving alliances.
But this time... this time, it's different. He doesn't have permission, but if they'd had a chance to do everything over, Mikazuki made more than one promise that he'd do things his way. Approaching Archer, he kneels to match, fishing his gun out of his coat. It's distant, but he can hear a clamor moving in the alleyways. ]
That's what happens when no one has your back.
[ Ejecting the cartridge, he looks at the six shots he has left. ]
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But this time... this time, it's different. He doesn't have permission, but if they'd had a chance to do everything over, Mikazuki made more than one promise that he'd do things his way. Approaching Archer, he kneels to match, fishing his gun out of his coat. It's distant, but he can hear a clamor moving in the alleyways. ]
That's what happens when no one has your back.
[ Ejecting the cartridge, he looks at the six shots he has left. ]
I'll use these for you.