[ It's said almost as a joke. She would laugh, but this isn't a laughing matter. Akechi isn't supposed to be here, and yet, all the same,... He is. An existence outside her own universe, on unfamiliar territory. Within the canals of her system, at the depth of her existence. The root of all, her heart.
The first person to ever see her heart, and he landed right there. Out of chance, or coincidence. It matters not to BB, probability was probability but when faced in actuality. It was all senseless in the end, you cannot unsee what is before you. In the same way, Akechi cannot unsee what is before him.
They are here now, and that is all that matters. ]
Get the heck out, why are you even here? [ Despite the space helmet upon her head, it is very evident that she is huffing and puffing beneath it. Turning in steps, rotating with her feet that press against the flowery bed beneath her. She moves closer, and with every step, the flowers seem to move along with her movements. Growing where she walks, light and gentle. Creating a path from the spot she was standing upon, towards the direction she walks into. Life was created on the "moon", where life plausibly could not prosper. ] This is like going into someone's diary, you creep. You're like, skipping all the cut scenes and getting to the end of the game. It isn't even for you!
Out! Out! [ Closer, until she is close enough before him. ] Take your knock of servants with you too!
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[ It's said almost as a joke. She would laugh, but this isn't a laughing matter. Akechi isn't supposed to be here, and yet, all the same,... He is. An existence outside her own universe, on unfamiliar territory. Within the canals of her system, at the depth of her existence. The root of all, her heart.
The first person to ever see her heart, and he landed right there. Out of chance, or coincidence. It matters not to BB, probability was probability but when faced in actuality. It was all senseless in the end, you cannot unsee what is before you. In the same way, Akechi cannot unsee what is before him.
They are here now, and that is all that matters. ]
Get the heck out, why are you even here? [ Despite the space helmet upon her head, it is very evident that she is huffing and puffing beneath it. Turning in steps, rotating with her feet that press against the flowery bed beneath her. She moves closer, and with every step, the flowers seem to move along with her movements. Growing where she walks, light and gentle. Creating a path from the spot she was standing upon, towards the direction she walks into. Life was created on the "moon", where life plausibly could not prosper. ] This is like going into someone's diary, you creep. You're like, skipping all the cut scenes and getting to the end of the game. It isn't even for you!
Out! Out! [ Closer, until she is close enough before him. ] Take your knock of servants with you too!