[ Whatever he sees or feels, he lets it crash over him unquestioningly. It's his strong sense of self, all the metal in his body wrought by purpose, moved by a past that he won't allow to stray too far from his reach. All else, no matter how ceaseless or punishing, can pass him by. There are only a few things that truly frighten him, that claw up through his ribcage and out, exposing the wild things within him.
Those things have already happened once. ]
It's space. [ He says it as if it's obvious. ] We can go wherever.
[ Mikazuki could ask a lot of questions. The cabin is pressurized with air, gravity, and the potential of it.
no subject
Those things have already happened once. ]
It's space. [ He says it as if it's obvious. ] We can go wherever.
[ Mikazuki could ask a lot of questions. The cabin is pressurized with air, gravity, and the potential of it.
He doesn't. ]