[Anger, unsteady and unwieldy, is a signal he's sent clearly. Not via the ship's system of cooperation stringing them together beyond flesh and bone, but through own crumbling composure.
If he knew just how visceral he'd been felt, they might never have found course.
Or, there's a chance, they'd have found it more easily.
That Mikazuki could be swallowed in such a surging wave of rage - a drop in the depth of Takasugi's violent, angry sea though it may have been - and still look forward undaunted... Maybe they understand each other more than Takasugi knows.
Quick obedience is the first foundation of the bulwark of restraint, rebuilding itself one frigid organ in his gut at a time.] Navigation system recovered.
[The next switch Takasugi flips ticks upwards without resistance. Their gravity has been restored.
His head tilts heavy against the back of his seat.]
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If he knew just how visceral he'd been felt, they might never have found course.
Or, there's a chance, they'd have found it more easily.
That Mikazuki could be swallowed in such a surging wave of rage - a drop in the depth of Takasugi's violent, angry sea though it may have been - and still look forward undaunted... Maybe they understand each other more than Takasugi knows.
Quick obedience is the first foundation of the bulwark of restraint, rebuilding itself one frigid organ in his gut at a time.] Navigation system recovered.
[The next switch Takasugi flips ticks upwards without resistance. Their gravity has been restored.
His head tilts heavy against the back of his seat.]
We're off course. [But in control.]