[ From any given moment to the next, even during something as mundane as landing, Mikazuki is focused on how he's going to live through it. It's just how his brain connects the dots even though his life had never realized that full picture — it's a compelling mimicry, more like a constellation.
But there's no dislike for the experience, all the same. As the ship shudders its way through atmospheric reentry, there's an unguarded and almost youthful amazement at gravity.
Something that could both align and crush humans, something that means he has a place to plant his feet and look up from.
Clouds disperse, burned by the heat, and Mikazuki doesn't take long to steer the craft towards a safe landing zone, silent all the while. ]
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But there's no dislike for the experience, all the same. As the ship shudders its way through atmospheric reentry, there's an unguarded and almost youthful amazement at gravity.
Something that could both align and crush humans, something that means he has a place to plant his feet and look up from.
Clouds disperse, burned by the heat, and Mikazuki doesn't take long to steer the craft towards a safe landing zone, silent all the while. ]