[Though his shoulder is a bit tense under the touch, he watches it all with a remarkable calm, eyes always on Mizuki - it's been a while, since he saw her.
Been a while, since she haunted his nightmares.
At the question, he remains silent for a long moment. When he finally responds, his voice is soft:]
...I wasn't there to heal her.
[Not that it would have been enough to save her anyway. ...Not that the researchers would have let him, when all the work they had put into his magic was deemed far more valuable than the potential magic she might have held.]
To them, it was just a failed experiment. ...And they don't have any need for subjects they've already used up, either.
[That bitterness, that anger - it's well contained, but still ever alight.
He can't let them keep getting away with this. He won't. But so long as he's stuck here in this world...
no subject
Been a while, since she haunted his nightmares.
At the question, he remains silent for a long moment. When he finally responds, his voice is soft:]
...I wasn't there to heal her.
[Not that it would have been enough to save her anyway. ...Not that the researchers would have let him, when all the work they had put into his magic was deemed far more valuable than the potential magic she might have held.]
To them, it was just a failed experiment. ...And they don't have any need for subjects they've already used up, either.
[That bitterness, that anger - it's well contained, but still ever alight.
He can't let them keep getting away with this. He won't. But so long as he's stuck here in this world...
How is he ever supposed to find them...?]