[ ranmaru is physically different in some ways, but they’re details that only the people he’s closest to would ever notice. his eyes have narrowed, even his hair has smoothed itself out as if the pain of reformation aged him.
he doesn’t remember. he refuses to remember. his pulse jumps as he answers his name. ]
My name is Ranmaru. Ranmaru Ai.
[ his gaze drops; his eyelashes flutter as his lids fall halfway, ashamed of the inquiry. it’s as if chilka’s hand isn’t even there despite ranmaru looking straight at it. ]
…I will save the hearts of the humans in this world.
[ his noble words belie the truth of his presence here, among the kenoma. no amount of insistence that he’ll continue his duty here can change the fact that he accepted the end of the world whispered in his ear. ]
no subject
he doesn’t remember. he refuses to remember. his pulse jumps as he answers his name. ]
My name is Ranmaru. Ranmaru Ai.
[ his gaze drops; his eyelashes flutter as his lids fall halfway, ashamed of the inquiry. it’s as if chilka’s hand isn’t even there despite ranmaru looking straight at it. ]
…I will save the hearts of the humans in this world.
[ his noble words belie the truth of his presence here, among the kenoma. no amount of insistence that he’ll continue his duty here can change the fact that he accepted the end of the world whispered in his ear. ]