unsaid: (☾ are wandering like falling leaves)
mikazuki "fucky luxurious" munechika ([personal profile] unsaid) wrote 2022-06-27 11:33 pm (UTC)

week 3, monday

Oh... my dear.

[he's about to say something else but it's stardust time baby

”I’m a crescent moon at best.”

There is a funny pattern among your comrades - how excited they are to make play that they have switched identities. Curiously, this is the first time that it has happened to you.

It is done because you are told that you are too difficult - and there is something wryly amused to your smile when it is said. After all, not once did you ever suggest that you were a person who is easy to handle either.

Hearing your own thoughts reflected back to you is only proof of that.

You have committed a great act of defiance - you have told the humans of your mission. You have told them of your goal to keep history exactly as it is, and their role in it. You do not care for how you are criticized. Sometimes, they listen. Sometimes, they do not.

Either way - you will take care of it.

(But is that not the greatest tragedy of all? For human possibility to be relegated to something as finite as fate. And yet you have seen the tragedy that comes from when you deviate. You have seen how all of humanity might be made forfeit, if you prize one over the many.

That does not mean that your heart does not break.)

It is only when he begins to speak of your master that you feel something new. Ire. Your smile turns sharp, and you encourage him to stop.

. . .

But Higekiri continues to speak - and he talks of your master. Your master, who inspires this ache in your chest whenever you think of him. He was worried about you. Somehow, even when you strive to solve it all on your own, you manage to make trouble for others.

It is simply unfortunate - that that is not reason enough to get you to stop.
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