[death comes again - and mikazuki blinks when he recognizes the direction they have taken. he hums faintly to himself, almost as though taking note... and shifts uncomfortably even in his own skin. it is odd, to be him... and not him.
i am always myself, he had said to others - but he supposes that's being put into question here.
he flicks the blood off his blade, attempting to clean it - himself? - of corpse remains before re-sheathing it.]
... your legs, Aikawa? Shall we proceed onward?
[this time gesturing to the different path and... waiting. yeah, he's actually waiting for aikawa is okay to confirm and then they can move on]
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i am always myself, he had said to others - but he supposes that's being put into question here.
he flicks the blood off his blade, attempting to clean it - himself? - of corpse remains before re-sheathing it.]
... your legs, Aikawa? Shall we proceed onward?
[this time gesturing to the different path and... waiting. yeah, he's actually waiting for aikawa is okay to confirm and then they can move on]