[Said dragging his hand slowly down his face in resignation. He's so fucking sick of this. He's sick of waking up every other morning to see his home burned to the ground, the house foundation falling on his arm, the smell of smoke and the snide comments of the people who took them away.
A mental image of a green and ghostly figure hovering over him... one that was not Aoko... but was that his memory or Bloodedge's? He went quiet for a while sliding down against the wall more.]
... Are you gonna talk about your Vision or not? [Ragna didn't even care at this point.]
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[Said dragging his hand slowly down his face in resignation. He's so fucking sick of this. He's sick of waking up every other morning to see his home burned to the ground, the house foundation falling on his arm, the smell of smoke and the snide comments of the people who took them away.
A mental image of a green and ghostly figure hovering over him... one that was not Aoko... but was that his memory or Bloodedge's? He went quiet for a while sliding down against the wall more.]
... Are you gonna talk about your Vision or not? [Ragna didn't even care at this point.]