on the contrary, it welcomes subaru into the interwoven web of memories like a warm embrace, as if inviting him to become a part of it too—little different from agent choi now. maybe that's what makes his voice sound clearer. closer. lighter. it emulates what the conversation might have sounded like under better circumstances. ]
Oh? Lucky me.
[ that smile of his widens slightly, flashing white teeth and sharp canines. someone willing to come all this way just to find little ol' him, it's almost enough to make choi feel bad for worrying him. still, the recognition doesn't settle in, and for all his smiling, it remains guarded. cautious. but there's something, something about this man... for a moment, as they talk, it feels like standing in the eye of the storm—no longer swept away by its winds, but simply watching them rage around himself.
it does feel familiar. ]
... Subaru? Is that your name?
[ he can't recall the face of that person, but he can remember the name, at least. if he really reaches, he can remember why too. a tour underground, trudging through empty subway tunnels with grim curiosity, and a cracked mask that he couldn't imagine letting anybody else pick—had taken for himself. but that feels far away. distant, as if long past. what's happening now is different. is it? there's doubt underlying the thought, but it feels difficult to disprove when it's still happening all around their quiet conversation. the panic, the screaming, and worst of all, the eerie calm that comes with her influence. ]
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on the contrary, it welcomes subaru into the interwoven web of memories like a warm embrace, as if inviting him to become a part of it too—little different from agent choi now. maybe that's what makes his voice sound clearer. closer. lighter. it emulates what the conversation might have sounded like under better circumstances. ]
Oh? Lucky me.
[ that smile of his widens slightly, flashing white teeth and sharp canines. someone willing to come all this way just to find little ol' him, it's almost enough to make choi feel bad for worrying him. still, the recognition doesn't settle in, and for all his smiling, it remains guarded. cautious. but there's something, something about this man... for a moment, as they talk, it feels like standing in the eye of the storm—no longer swept away by its winds, but simply watching them rage around himself.
it does feel familiar. ]
... Subaru? Is that your name?
[ he can't recall the face of that person, but he can remember the name, at least. if he really reaches, he can remember why too. a tour underground, trudging through empty subway tunnels with grim curiosity, and a cracked mask that he couldn't imagine letting anybody else pick—had taken for himself. but that feels far away. distant, as if long past. what's happening now is different. is it? there's doubt underlying the thought, but it feels difficult to disprove when it's still happening all around their quiet conversation. the panic, the screaming, and worst of all, the eerie calm that comes with her influence. ]