Happy Life
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- It's just a final "okay" before heading out, that's all, - the guy objected, taking a drag. - Sometimes you remember certain events, and you think - could you have thought it over and done it differently?
For a few moments, he felt himself back in the desert, with a shovel clenched in his blistered, calloused hands, unable to drop the first handful of earth into the mass grave - onto the shroud in which Hassan was wrapped.
Shaking off the unpleasant flashback, he flicks the decaying cigarette butt away, but his fingers give it an unusual trajectory, and instead of sending it horizontally, it shoots upwards - into the stratosphere, presumably in the direction of Reimu, unless it's atomized by the Akonian shield upon reaching orbit.
- I'll call you Voyager-1, - muttered Genza, shielding his eyes with his hand as he finally lost sight of the cigarette butt, then refocused on Girra. - But this isn't a casual conversation. I see I worried for nothing. So, let's go.
(to the board)
For a few moments, he felt himself back in the desert, with a shovel clenched in his blistered, calloused hands, unable to drop the first handful of earth into the mass grave - onto the shroud in which Hassan was wrapped.
Shaking off the unpleasant flashback, he flicks the decaying cigarette butt away, but his fingers give it an unusual trajectory, and instead of sending it horizontally, it shoots upwards - into the stratosphere, presumably in the direction of Reimu, unless it's atomized by the Akonian shield upon reaching orbit.
- I'll call you Voyager-1, - muttered Genza, shielding his eyes with his hand as he finally lost sight of the cigarette butt, then refocused on Girra. - But this isn't a casual conversation. I see I worried for nothing. So, let's go.
(to the board)
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
