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Lying on the warm mud, the starry sky becomes Miharu's rare privilege. There is still but a single watchful moon up there, yet life has never been so eventful. Perhaps it’ll never come. Perhaps only the part of her wish that mattered was granted.
Ӝ Miharu: …….ouch.
Finally relaxing, all the fear, pain, and sorrow she held back manifests at once. Unable to bend her neck forward too much, Miharu can’t look down enough to accept that she only has one leg now, even if the unbearable pain below her waist is making a solid case to convince her. As tears finally start rolling down her cheeks, tears of every kind that include gratitude, the arch-angel remains above, floating ominously like a Christmas charm someone left hanging for decades.
Ӝ Miharu: …….Rin-chan? Are you ok?
ع Rin?: <span class="mu-r">Miharu-chan, was it? Heavens; I recall you more- unabridged.</span>
Ӝ Miharu: …….Huh?
The sly tone of voice, the gestures, the facial expressions- all different, all complex and full of life. The juxtaposition of actual bird-like wings is constantly touching her lips with its index finger as it talks.
Ӝ Miharu: …….Is that you, Rin-chan?
The sassy entity adheres to simplicity by simply giggling with class.
ع Rin?: <span class="mu-r">I am /disparity/.</span>
Giving no further output, the angel takes its time to lose height, bending around itself on every whim. When its naked feet finally feel the wet mud of the dark park, Rin is once more just a young schoolgirl that likes Cock too much- wearing nothing but a wing-like cape. Only then, like a Mario 64 star, does the black artifact descend, the Grief Seed that was once a Soul Gem full of color, into Rin Nakamora’s open palm.
Rin looks at Miharu’s Soul Gem, the violet, half moon-like etched gem at the top of the star-like buttons on its cropped trench-coat; it is dark. Then, she looks at the crimson ring-like Soul Gem wrapped around her own middle finger; it looks dark too.
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