[nnnngh. . . so that's what it was. Edamura knows what it's like to work for a large, powerful organization with enough influence to absolutely crush deserters like the bugs they are. the kind of job you take on a whim. . . and find yourself trapped in for the rest of your days, because quitting would only get you killed. or. . . worse]
[. . .]
[quietly]
So. . .
[his tone is even as he lifts his gaze to meet Aventurine's, bringing his half-burned cigarette back to his lips]
no subject
[. . .]
[quietly]
So. . .
[his tone is even as he lifts his gaze to meet Aventurine's, bringing his half-burned cigarette back to his lips]
Why not take them down instead?
[it was Edamura's only means of escape]