[he looks up at the sky; at a night sky that he'd never seen before coming here. maybe his world's sky would've been like this, if it hadn't come to an end by his own family's hands.
he smiles, not unlike how hikage did before, minus perhaps the manic edge. wry, and waiting to be disappointed.]
I don't know the real you—but it's not like you know the real me either. We're on the same playing field.
[in some ways, looking at hikage is like looking into a mirror. not because they're alike, but because they're the reverse of one another.]
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[he looks up at the sky; at a night sky that he'd never seen before coming here. maybe his world's sky would've been like this, if it hadn't come to an end by his own family's hands.
he smiles, not unlike how hikage did before, minus perhaps the manic edge. wry, and waiting to be disappointed.]
I don't know the real you—but it's not like you know the real me either. We're on the same playing field.
[in some ways, looking at hikage is like looking into a mirror. not because they're alike, but because they're the reverse of one another.]