[ For a brief moment, Mikazuki's dulled gaze shifts between the wide eyes of Namazuo and the mirrors filled with his terrible memory. While his movements are almost painfully slow, his way over to Namazuo is finally made and it may seem cold or too rigid, but Mikazuki's hand finds the crown of his comrade's head. There's his usual pat, pat that he usually gives but it's so devoid of Mikazuki's familiar warm sincerity that it doesn't really do any good for either of them. Probably. ]
You saw something terrible just now, didn't you? [ Something he could have gone his entire existence without ever seeing. To see his brother, and after so long, like this... ] We shouldn't linger here, Namazuo-kun. The rest of that incident doesn't end well for anyone. [ Not Mikazuki's former master and not Honebami either. ]
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[ For a brief moment, Mikazuki's dulled gaze shifts between the wide eyes of Namazuo and the mirrors filled with his terrible memory. While his movements are almost painfully slow, his way over to Namazuo is finally made and it may seem cold or too rigid, but Mikazuki's hand finds the crown of his comrade's head. There's his usual pat, pat that he usually gives but it's so devoid of Mikazuki's familiar warm sincerity that it doesn't really do any good for either of them. Probably. ]
You saw something terrible just now, didn't you? [ Something he could have gone his entire existence without ever seeing. To see his brother, and after so long, like this... ] We shouldn't linger here, Namazuo-kun. The rest of that incident doesn't end well for anyone. [ Not Mikazuki's former master and not Honebami either. ]