[And Sakamoto continues to hold him, very quietly and very carefully, because in his arms is a ticking time bomb.]
'Night.
[He utters, hesitantly.
Sakamoto shifts in bed slightly, turning to look at the window. Some of Edo can be seen, as the curtain has yet to be closed. Blue eyes search desperately for some sign of stars, but they are invisible amidst the pollution and the bright, almost sinister, flares of artificial light. They leer and snicker, like a monster born from darkness.
Ah, darkness. The sky and his heart are one tonight.]
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'Night.
[He utters, hesitantly.
Sakamoto shifts in bed slightly, turning to look at the window. Some of Edo can be seen, as the curtain has yet to be closed. Blue eyes search desperately for some sign of stars, but they are invisible amidst the pollution and the bright, almost sinister, flares of artificial light. They leer and snicker, like a monster born from darkness.
Ah, darkness. The sky and his heart are one tonight.]