[ For a moment, it sounds eerily similar. Whether or not he understands several of the terms she uses, he thinks that there are immediately similarities too obvious to ignore. Visiting Earth to negotiate a ceasefire, wishing for the blood that flowed freely between those planets to staunch. Except there are point where it diverges that Mikazuki recognizes for what they are — her Mars is different from his.
There is, very briefly, a thump of conflict in his chest. That it's there doesn't appear on his face, only in his thoughts. It's proving him to that things are the same anywhere, and no matter what life he lives here, he won't be able to forget it. Power needed no rationale but to sustain itself.
Even when people like her, like him, had to die for it. Gaze keen on the shifts in her voice and face, the way she looks at her own body as if it's foreign to her, he can guess.
Though he hopes he's wrong. ]
Our Mars and our Earth are probably different from one another. There are some things I know... [ And many more he doesn't. ] But either way, it doesn't matter now.
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There is, very briefly, a thump of conflict in his chest. That it's there doesn't appear on his face, only in his thoughts. It's proving him to that things are the same anywhere, and no matter what life he lives here, he won't be able to forget it. Power needed no rationale but to sustain itself.
Even when people like her, like him, had to die for it. Gaze keen on the shifts in her voice and face, the way she looks at her own body as if it's foreign to her, he can guess.
Though he hopes he's wrong. ]
Our Mars and our Earth are probably different from one another. There are some things I know... [ And many more he doesn't. ] But either way, it doesn't matter now.
It's all gone.