museboxin unce unce or something
[Fog, bodies, a crisis of sorts in Spero, and still he could only think of himself. It was funny how that was always the case. Japan wouldn't pretend to ignore it. He couldn't change it. That was just... always how he was. A lot of people were like this, weren't they?
It just made him feel these sort of things should be dealt with on his own, as well. As if that ever got him anywhere... He managed to slip away from Marco and back out into the fog. As if he could do anything about the body of Osaka as he passes it. He kneels, reaches out as if he wants to do something, and then changes his mind and stands again.
Maybe if Osaka were here, he'd be able to listen to his thoughts and understand a bit. What sort of a rare thought was that? Having his prefecture listen? Was it that he was weaker that he wanted to share these things, or were these thoughts just getting too heavy... He sighed, bringing his hand to cover his jacket in the spot where Shiki had stabbed him only a few days ago. The scar was gone, of course, but her words stuck. The whole thing stuck.
Just what did being "Japan" mean here, anyway?]