[The steady progression of the ship flows from its stalwart pilot. Mikazuki's grasp hasn't faltered - not on the ship, and not on the expanse around them. He wants to sink his teeth into that mettle, feel it pool and pour.
There'd be no end to the flow.
A gauge on the display tells Takasugi how much distance they cover.
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There'd be no end to the flow.
A gauge on the display tells Takasugi how much distance they cover.
The descent is approaching.
But they've gone nowhere.]
Aa, you sure?
Might be fun. [There's no levity to his joke.]