[ Squaring and giving Yamagi his full attention, his brows rise a little as his entire belt comes off, the contents of it clinking and shifting with the movement. One arm rises to accept it — his right, the nuance and smooth angles restored as if they'd never been lost. He doesn't think twice about it, never did. ]
Borrowed... [ A quick tug of a smile appears at the edges of his mouth, thin enough to miss, but deep enough to be real. ] Just like all those times before, huh.
[ That ammunition weighs heavy in his palm when the belt changes hands. Always allowing him to fight, even back then. Malnourished kids with sticky fingers slipping through corridors, not going after coins or small treasures but bullets and bread.
It really does feel like they've returned to what they used to know. Only Yamagi's heavier voice sometimes reminds him of where they are.
And what he has to do to keep them from treading down the path that took it away. ]
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Borrowed... [ A quick tug of a smile appears at the edges of his mouth, thin enough to miss, but deep enough to be real. ] Just like all those times before, huh.
[ That ammunition weighs heavy in his palm when the belt changes hands. Always allowing him to fight, even back then. Malnourished kids with sticky fingers slipping through corridors, not going after coins or small treasures but bullets and bread.
It really does feel like they've returned to what they used to know. Only Yamagi's heavier voice sometimes reminds him of where they are.
And what he has to do to keep them from treading down the path that took it away. ]