[A being born in shadow, craving the light. What he wants feels impossible-- the power to transform his world and the freedom to live-- even moreso in this city, without guidance, without the constant direction of the next point on the timeline and the point after that and after that. How can he forge his own path if he can't even feel the abstract shape of this world, like he can of every other place he's been?
How else to destroy an Observer than to take away their eyes?
Left floating adrift, or led astray, Kamui will break. That's what had happened to every prototype Kamui and Ayame before him in line, after all. If only he, too, could be anything but the perfect Kamui Uehara.]
Yes...
[It's Emily's image he follows on reflex. They're going somewhere else-- where, he doesn't know-- but Hibiki wouldn't endanger their host, it stands to reason.]
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How else to destroy an Observer than to take away their eyes?
Left floating adrift, or led astray, Kamui will break. That's what had happened to every prototype Kamui and Ayame before him in line, after all. If only he, too, could be anything but the perfect Kamui Uehara.]
Yes...
[It's Emily's image he follows on reflex. They're going somewhere else-- where, he doesn't know-- but Hibiki wouldn't endanger their host, it stands to reason.]
Where are we going?