[She rises as the Prince drags the boy from the bed, wrenching him high between his hands. She's ready for this, like a creature that's been poised in the long grass. She closes distance, the metallic rods held high as she snapshots the image of Aoba's mind.]
( There. ) [The shape of the thought both bitter and sweet, electric and breathless.] ( Exactly like that. )
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( There. ) [The shape of the thought both bitter and sweet, electric and breathless.] ( Exactly like that. )