[Talking with the Stone God, trying to get information even still... Mitsuru already knows exactly what form that will take, and he already dreads it, seeing such an empty-headed look from the one person here he could truly call a friend, knowing what was missing even if it acted otherwise.
One of his hands balls up into a fist at the thought. He can't quite keep the shaking from his voice, fury and sorrow both.]
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One of his hands balls up into a fist at the thought. He can't quite keep the shaking from his voice, fury and sorrow both.]
...Then, I'll see you on Monday.
[A slight emphasis. Please, whatever it takes--
Meet with him, truly.]