[Gleaming eyes, almost as wide as the planet below, make Mikazuki look younger than he is. Or, perhaps, his age - Takasugi hasn't ever asked, and he has no reason to. Living through enough to make the pull of a trigger as simple as blinking robs the meaning from youth and age alike.
Mikazuki had expressed more remorse for the broken window, the first time they'd met, than for the lives he'd taken.
Takasugi doesn't break the silence. With his gut lurching from the reintroduced gravity, he sways as the ship rocks, anchors itself on the planet with a landing so smooth it doesn't crack dirt.
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Mikazuki had expressed more remorse for the broken window, the first time they'd met, than for the lives he'd taken.
Takasugi doesn't break the silence. With his gut lurching from the reintroduced gravity, he sways as the ship rocks, anchors itself on the planet with a landing so smooth it doesn't crack dirt.
Almost gentle - a stark contrast to the rest.]