"You have already proven yourself the strongest here. It isn't about strength."
She falls with grace- 'Van Gogh' does not, but that is because Van Gogh is cheating to a point, twisting 'her' paint around to blend and work to her advantage.
Not as a weapon, but rather a shield.
Maybe even a connection.
"Were the missing birds truly our doing?" Kiyoiri asks calmly, grasping at the tendril at her feet as if it were a lifeline rather than a curse.
"You never even explained yourself to anyone, did you? No, I can tell you didn't. You gave everyone false memories and lives and families. Some nice. Some not," she speaks, and Chaos will undoubtedly understand she places herself in the former.
"Why, then, couldn't you take time to explain? You're breaking the world apart yourself as we fight. Your beautiful world." The words are honest. Not sarcastic.
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"You have already proven yourself the strongest here. It isn't about strength."
She falls with grace- 'Van Gogh' does not, but that is because Van Gogh is cheating to a point, twisting 'her' paint around to blend and work to her advantage.
Not as a weapon, but rather a shield.
Maybe even a connection.
"Were the missing birds truly our doing?" Kiyoiri asks calmly, grasping at the tendril at her feet as if it were a lifeline rather than a curse.
"You never even explained yourself to anyone, did you? No, I can tell you didn't. You gave everyone false memories and lives and families. Some nice. Some not," she speaks, and Chaos will undoubtedly understand she places herself in the former.
"Why, then, couldn't you take time to explain? You're breaking the world apart yourself as we fight. Your beautiful world." The words are honest. Not sarcastic.
"Can't you explain?"