[ he is certain november knows kaji knows of which group he belongs. it is like walking down a street and seeing yourself reflected on a shoppe window, your likeness flipped vertical, colors without luster and marred by streaks of dust and handprints. but it is still you, and no one need remind you of that truth.
kaji lets his hand linger for far too long to be considered polite. he removes it before a challenge can be intimated. ]
I don't have a choice. Neither do you, or anyone in the Nest. But, many people here [ he refuses to refer to them as 'hosts', not if he can help it. ] don't seem to realize that.
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[ he is certain november knows kaji knows of which group he belongs. it is like walking down a street and seeing yourself reflected on a shoppe window, your likeness flipped vertical, colors without luster and marred by streaks of dust and handprints. but it is still you, and no one need remind you of that truth.
kaji lets his hand linger for far too long to be considered polite. he removes it before a challenge can be intimated. ]
I don't have a choice. Neither do you, or anyone in the Nest. But, many people here [ he refuses to refer to them as 'hosts', not if he can help it. ] don't seem to realize that.