[Homura knows he's getting closer. The look may vanish quickly, but that it is present at all tells him that much. And as a warrior, one who fought countless battles over the course of centuries, he can read that shift in her posture easily. Perhaps Ayumu herself isn't so aware of it, but her body knows--she's getting ready to somehow move.]
Yet what mission could you possibly have here? Your role in your home world was coming to an end--you had resigned yourself to death, only to be brought here instead. How can you have a mission, a purpose in this place when you were ready for the grave? Mere masks can't provide that answer, nor can they take away the emptiness of life without it. Without that purpose, perhaps you aren't even real.
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Date: Monday, 23 May 2011 09:14 pm (UTC)Yet what mission could you possibly have here? Your role in your home world was coming to an end--you had resigned yourself to death, only to be brought here instead. How can you have a mission, a purpose in this place when you were ready for the grave? Mere masks can't provide that answer, nor can they take away the emptiness of life without it. Without that purpose, perhaps you aren't even real.