[ There's nothing to say or do in light of that statement except simply go, and while the ship is manual, it still imbues his body with an inhuman hum. It seemingly obeys on the thought alone rather than the slight press and tilt of his palms against the controls, a welcome familiarity in the open expanse of nothingness, stars too remote to think about touching. Leave it to the others to romanticize a wasteland, no different than the one he grew up in. This one just had prettier dust.
Still, the smoothness of space begins to rumble under the weight of that connection that Mikazuki can't immediately recognize. It's not through his spine, though the line of his implants seems to surge, ghost-like.
Mikazuki is already looking aside when Takasugi glances to him amid the strange grind, invisible metals meeting. ]
It's reacting.
[ Spoken aloud as if the ship is a third presence between them. ]
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Still, the smoothness of space begins to rumble under the weight of that connection that Mikazuki can't immediately recognize. It's not through his spine, though the line of his implants seems to surge, ghost-like.
Mikazuki is already looking aside when Takasugi glances to him amid the strange grind, invisible metals meeting. ]
It's reacting.
[ Spoken aloud as if the ship is a third presence between them. ]