How is it possible to be so different and still so much the same?
Anyone just looking at them would struggle to find any similarity in appearance, behaviour, or skill-- because what they share is a deeper, less obvious experience. A life devoted to those they were born to serve, and the deep loneliness that follows. No spouses. No children. No friends. Only siblings, comrades, and the work. All chosen for them before they even entered the world.
Something shifts in Rokuro when Tech returns the sentiment. Or maybe it breaks. Regardless, the single tear multiplies into many more, until Rokuro is silently sobbing behind his arm. Trembling, white-knuckled fingers clasped too tightly around Tech's hand.
A tired veteran rebel passes by, definitely eyeing these two weirdoes having a Moment in the barracks hall. It's probably not that unusual to see the newbies having mental breakdowns, though usually they've still got their shoes on and aren't holding hands.
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Anyone just looking at them would struggle to find any similarity in appearance, behaviour, or skill-- because what they share is a deeper, less obvious experience. A life devoted to those they were born to serve, and the deep loneliness that follows. No spouses. No children. No friends. Only siblings, comrades, and the work. All chosen for them before they even entered the world.
Something shifts in Rokuro when Tech returns the sentiment. Or maybe it breaks. Regardless, the single tear multiplies into many more, until Rokuro is silently sobbing behind his arm. Trembling, white-knuckled fingers clasped too tightly around Tech's hand.
A tired veteran rebel passes by, definitely eyeing these two weirdoes having a Moment in the barracks hall. It's probably not that unusual to see the newbies having mental breakdowns, though usually they've still got their shoes on and aren't holding hands.
"Get a room." Whose room are they near, anyway?