[He laughed bitterly, averting his eyes.]
I haven't seen you as "wretched" for some time now, you know. I'll admit this proximity is nerve-wracking, but it's not all bad.
You should know how attached I am to controlling my environment...perhaps you can help me grow from this.
Letting the “wretched dog” get this close to you doesn’t sound safe, does it,
Mr wings.
But I’d accept in doing so, after all, we both have changed, haven’t we?
Funny how, even in a different light, our cursed paths have bonded once again.
He displays no fear in response, just a desolate kind of quiet. His eyes are distant as he turns his head to look at her again.
“I don’t believe I can anymore, Ms. Navigator. But if I could, why would I want to…? Finally, peace has been achieved…”
“I .. did not force you to appear here. If I did, I assure you it was unintentional, and perhaps the influence of the Order is to blame rather than me.”
He averts his gaze, now staring at the ground.
He doesn’t know what happened, exactly, but he’s nervous now.
The Navigator eyeing him cautiously before reply.
“I should be the one asking that question. You supposed to be come the star that you’ve always want to be and keep watch over this paradise. And I supposed to be buried in memoria dreams.”
“Yet here we are.”
“Hello, miss Himeko.”
He turned to face her, a distant look in his eyes. They didn’t reflect the bright lights of this empty paradise the way they should.
Paradise. This is what he’d longed for, what he’d handed over his soul to achieve. No more false gods and
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Sunday, the head of the Oak Family. They fought not long ago, and now he’s standing before the Clockie Statue, looking faraway. The Navigator decided she shouldn’t just approach him right away. But he seemed to detect her presence anyway.
@PenaconianHoun I'm not used to this, that's all. Don't worry.
[He smiled, meeting Gallagher's gaze again. He was nervous, but he buried it by kissing the man's cheek in return.]
See. I am not even using the proper terminology. Let Spade do the speaking for me, she would make more sense with answering these questions.
Use a brick, make it quick, I tire of counting sheep. There are too many.
I love the way you think.
[He glances at her, smiling.]
All of us are the result of lucky coincidence, aren’t we? Each new one moves us farther along…
[He gently takes the figurines in one hand, searching for his wallet with the other.]
(Thoughtful...)
Maybe it's gift of fate that doesn't make sense at all. It's just exist, accident push the universe forward. There is nothing related to Aeon. But it's miracle either way.
Your first instinct is to put yourself onto a leash ? Are we going to address that, my dear dove ?
Anyway - Yes, we do have to teach Mr. Won some manners. The man is hardly acclimated to socializing.