02. most love like hunters

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[pulsecrush]

Lucky? [ it sounds strong, like a stamp onto a paper, a dull thud of a hand dropping to the table. it began with her, didn't it? —well, no. it didn't. but her, her sister' involvement in it all—that could have been prevented.

yet she doesn't feel that she misses her old ways. the day-in-day-out workaholic, the blinded guardian, the merciless sergeant. a person who didn't trust anyone but herself.

that life had been lonelier than it is now.

though her fists tighten, she lets it go quicker than she does her anger now and looks steadily at shouta. ]

In summary, for the future.

[ she huffs out something amused and ironic and stays quiet, pensive. until she repeats after him. ]

We'll do it.

[ then her eyes swing to the side and look around. honestly, interval dimensions... ]

Whenever we're out of here, anyway—but it's been nice seeing you again, Captain. And...talking.

[ there are some many things she's thankful for her in her heart, yet it's still troublesome say it out loud... ]

[enforce]

Hey. [ Shouta doesn't have the perspective to look at things the way she does, no matter how much he might try, or want to. She'd been reborn, carved out from stronger things. For Shouta, there was only the precious now and the past he'd locked away save for stolen glimpses. Just the seconds and minutes that shaped these exact moments they were living, nothing more and absolutely nothing less than that. ]

They're lucky to have you looking out for them. [ He amends, a challenging half-grin spilling across his whole expression to temper her more ruminant gaze. ] Really lucky.

[ He takes a step back from her. ]

I'll hold you to that, you know. Lightning.

[pulsecrush]

[ time is unpredictable, but events have a way of coming about only at the right time. taking cue from his words of parting, a pillar of light springs up behind lightning, a tornado of gold and a doorway leading into blinding white light. the soldier turns her eyes from the flash of brightness to give shouta one last smile, a smile that matched his with its fire, hope, and determination.

Your friends are lucky too. Be seeing you then, Captain. Next time, give me a better story.