[ It was not the first time a "glitch" similar to this had happened, and frankly, Katsura was tired of that excuse. He was still set in his way about tearing CERES apart. Nothing had convinced him from this endeavor— little did he know that in his attempt in doing this, something very important to him would be lost..
But not today.
Today, Katsura stood on both of his legs and with a kind pf passionate anger in his eyes that was near alarming. Maybe his glitch wasn't as bad as Sakamoto's, or maybe he had built up more of a resistance to what this place did to them from being here longer than his world-mate, but who knows.
Scattered papers filled the living room, also covered with small fingerprints of blood and dirt. His time in the glitch hadn't lasted as long as Sakamoto— he had enough time to at least wash up and patch himself up before going back to his plotting.
The sound at the door alarms him, as he never knows what to expect from CERES, but also wants to be prepared. He creeps into the hallway cautiously— Sakamoto can probably not even hear him with how quietly he is moving.
He stands in the hallway, still holding his sword, even when he sees Sakamoto, he doesn't even lower it. Was he losing his mind? ]
State your business here. [ It looked like Sakamoto, but was it really Sakamoto? So many times he had seen specters of those he loved: Shouyou-sensei in the snow, Gintoki getting murdered before his eyes. All a figment of his imagination due to Tellus' unstable atmosphere.
Was Sakamoto like that too? Zura was tired of getting fooled. ]
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But not today.
Today, Katsura stood on both of his legs and with a kind pf passionate anger in his eyes that was near alarming. Maybe his glitch wasn't as bad as Sakamoto's, or maybe he had built up more of a resistance to what this place did to them from being here longer than his world-mate, but who knows.
Scattered papers filled the living room, also covered with small fingerprints of blood and dirt. His time in the glitch hadn't lasted as long as Sakamoto— he had enough time to at least wash up and patch himself up before going back to his plotting.
The sound at the door alarms him, as he never knows what to expect from CERES, but also wants to be prepared.
He creeps into the hallway cautiously— Sakamoto can probably not even hear him with how quietly he is moving.
He stands in the hallway, still holding his sword, even when he sees Sakamoto, he doesn't even lower it. Was he losing his mind? ]
State your business here.
[ It looked like Sakamoto, but was it really Sakamoto? So many times he had seen specters of those he loved: Shouyou-sensei in the snow, Gintoki getting murdered before his eyes. All a figment of his imagination due to Tellus' unstable atmosphere.
Was Sakamoto like that too? Zura was tired of getting fooled. ]