[it's nice that it's dark. Manabu can't tell how gutted he looks, whether or not it's reflective of how it feels. and how it feels is...weird. he's so drained from everything, that feeling too much more seems impossible.
of course, picking at this wound won't reveal anything new about it, it just...reflects strangely on the situation he finds himself in. they couldn't be any more different, but one thing remains consistent:
people keep suffering for his sake.]
He...he was part of the ground forces trying to stop outlaws. He came to check the train I was on when it crashed.
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of course, picking at this wound won't reveal anything new about it, it just...reflects strangely on the situation he finds himself in. they couldn't be any more different, but one thing remains consistent:
people keep suffering for his sake.]
He...he was part of the ground forces trying to stop outlaws. He came to check the train I was on when it crashed.