[This time, the controls don't slip from his fingers like viscous fluid. Takasugi passes them on simply; given like so many, countless, orders that used to guide men with nowhere else to go.
Except, this time, Mikazuki knows exactly where he's headed.
Short-sighted, to see an 'end' in their landing, but he won't begrudge his companion whatever it was that kept him focused through the ship's tremors.
Now, when the vessel glows red-hot, is when Takasugi would usually light his pipe. Eyes closed, he'd shut himself himself off to a beautiful sight he'd never cared for.
The first time he'd headed into space, he hadn't watched the planet dwindle behind him.
Takasugi quickly loses interest in watching terrain sharpen, green becoming land becoming life; he'd rather watch Mikazuki's impassive, unchanging stare through the corner of his eye.]
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Except, this time, Mikazuki knows exactly where he's headed.
Short-sighted, to see an 'end' in their landing, but he won't begrudge his companion whatever it was that kept him focused through the ship's tremors.
Now, when the vessel glows red-hot, is when Takasugi would usually light his pipe. Eyes closed, he'd shut himself himself off to a beautiful sight he'd never cared for.
The first time he'd headed into space, he hadn't watched the planet dwindle behind him.
Takasugi quickly loses interest in watching terrain sharpen, green becoming land becoming life; he'd rather watch Mikazuki's impassive, unchanging stare through the corner of his eye.]