[ Mikazuki takes a glance over his shoulder, calm and curious, but not all that impassive. While he's not the most emotive, he does look as though he's genuine enough about posing it as a question. He's learned a lot about what people think of choices since waking up here. ]
[ Percival only stops what he's doing for a brief moment. He takes one last measurement and straightens up, making a few last notes on the notepad he's taken ahold of.
He is no stranger to death and fighting, but it seems as though something about his choices disturbs Mikazuki himself. ]
Yeah. [ A lack of hesitation follows the question that seemed ill-suited to him. Every time he's come up against something, his insatiable drive to destroy has never been out of malice, but just — ] I wanted to live.
[ Not minding which tense he uses, he looks over. ]
I do not know the circumstances you had, not truly. Whether I think your decision is right or wrong is irrelevant, so long as you believe you acted justly.
[ Or in self-preservation, which Mikazuki seems to imply.
He looks back down at the pad, then to their surroundings. Even now, no one has come by to assist. ]
I am. It seems as though I'll have to do the legwork of finding appropriate pieces, as well. Stay here.
[ He does what he can, nothing more and nothing less, in his eyes or anyone else's. At least if he can help it. He's quiet after that, not entirely complacent, but definitely less edgy than before. ...honestly it's probably a little unnerving. ]
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[ Mikazuki takes a glance over his shoulder, calm and curious, but not all that impassive. While he's not the most emotive, he does look as though he's genuine enough about posing it as a question. He's learned a lot about what people think of choices since waking up here. ]
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He is no stranger to death and fighting, but it seems as though something about his choices disturbs Mikazuki himself. ]
Do you believe you made the right choice?
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[ Not minding which tense he uses, he looks over. ]
Are you done?
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[ Or in self-preservation, which Mikazuki seems to imply.
He looks back down at the pad, then to their surroundings. Even now, no one has come by to assist. ]
I am. It seems as though I'll have to do the legwork of finding appropriate pieces, as well. Stay here.
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I won't go anywhere.