[ Rinne's heartbeat drowns out the din of the crowd. The hand before him is grotesque and unfamiliar. This isn't what he fought Elan with. At the time, he had strong legs and lace wings. As with the insects he and Hiiro would spoil every summer, everything that filled his senses until now had been sticky and sweet. These aren't hands for plucking fruit. They twitch at the scent of fear as they seek for something to tear into.
The Amagis claimed to be descendants of gods or... whatever farce his ancestors fed their people long ago. He never believed a word of it, but when the crowd recoils, memories he'd long buried since come back to the surface: villagers scurrying past him, elders murmuring when they think he can't hear, and his brother looking at him with what he can only recognize as pity. No one dared to stay by his side. All they saw was a god to be worshipped or a beast to be feared. The stone cast at him scares him to death, but it only seems right.
Right. What's right was the only thing that ever really mattered.
Then, the sound of metal swinging at something hard. A home run? Rinne looks up and finds his protector right in front of him. ]
Prez...?
[ Not only that, but the crowd... is bothered? On their behalf? The sentiment is so foreign that he almost wants to pinch himself to make sure! But if there were even a couple of people enjoying the show—
No, if even just Takasugi was enjoying the show, then shouldn't that be enough for Rinne to keep playing? ]
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The Amagis claimed to be descendants of gods or... whatever farce his ancestors fed their people long ago. He never believed a word of it, but when the crowd recoils, memories he'd long buried since come back to the surface: villagers scurrying past him, elders murmuring when they think he can't hear, and his brother looking at him with what he can only recognize as pity. No one dared to stay by his side. All they saw was a god to be worshipped or a beast to be feared. The stone cast at him scares him to death, but it only seems right.
Right. What's right was the only thing that ever really mattered.
Then, the sound of metal swinging at something hard. A home run? Rinne looks up and finds his protector right in front of him. ]
Prez...?
[ Not only that, but the crowd... is bothered? On their behalf? The sentiment is so foreign that he almost wants to pinch himself to make sure! But if there were even a couple of people enjoying the show—
No, if even just Takasugi was enjoying the show, then shouldn't that be enough for Rinne to keep playing? ]