Looking back on it, it could have been a choice. I should have kept my head, I... [ but he'd seen mizuki die, his mind reeled back two thousand years to maybe the most pivotal and defining moment of his life, the silhouette of a boy falling to arrows. the pierce through. he falls quieter, a hand going up subconsciously to his chest, the memory that hit harder than bullets, fatal shots.
a blink. he drags himself from the mire of the past. the scritch of skulduggery's pencil or pen tracing the map. the present, which deserves focus. ]
We've quite a collection of magic users on this ship, and yet we can barely understand the Captain's...
Perhaps we could practice? I could throw things using wind, if you'd like to test your walls more.
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a blink. he drags himself from the mire of the past. the scritch of skulduggery's pencil or pen tracing the map. the present, which deserves focus. ]
We've quite a collection of magic users on this ship, and yet we can barely understand the Captain's...
Perhaps we could practice? I could throw things using wind, if you'd like to test your walls more.