[ Ironic, that his grip is just a hair shy of painful and yet the connection it forges blanches his heart of all the other forces impressed on it. Kizuna's fingers twitch and then go lax as he's hauled through the rows of blinking and blaring machines. Like this, he's an easy passenger: all wiggles, no bones. He answers and it's dim with wonder and a little dread, like the silence of a forest in the presence of a predator. ]
...ah — people. It's people... no ghosts this time.
[ He's trying to feel what he can but it's useless in a place like this, nerves already shot. Only ambient violence remains. ]
no subject
...ah — people. It's people... no ghosts this time.
[ He's trying to feel what he can but it's useless in a place like this, nerves already shot. Only ambient violence remains. ]
Kirma, are you...?
[ like, okay?? ]