Special forces: musicians. We play for the dead. She gave me her flute, but it vanished when we arrived here. The thought that it might never be played again is a little unbearable.
[It feels like there should be more there to an off-seer's duty, but it slips away from Mio. Even if she wanted to pry into the gap, she can't; it's a slippery void that pushes away her attempts to look at it for too long.
It's difficult to reconcile. Feeling now that Miyabi's sacrifice really could turn out to be in vain only amplifies the antsy feeling Mio's had from the start.]
Still, I'm not going to let it force my hand into something I'd never forgive myself for, either. It's only strengthened my resolve. [And if she says that out loud, states her intentions directly like that, it lessens the hurt of it.]
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[It feels like there should be more there to an off-seer's duty, but it slips away from Mio. Even if she wanted to pry into the gap, she can't; it's a slippery void that pushes away her attempts to look at it for too long.
It's difficult to reconcile. Feeling now that Miyabi's sacrifice really could turn out to be in vain only amplifies the antsy feeling Mio's had from the start.]
Still, I'm not going to let it force my hand into something I'd never forgive myself for, either. It's only strengthened my resolve. [And if she says that out loud, states her intentions directly like that, it lessens the hurt of it.]