@sisters | late feb

[rearranger]

[ It's a quiet evening in Yogen. There's no murder investigation meetings, no major events, nothing at all aside from the occasional sound of shuffling and doors opening and closing.

There's also the sound of knocking on the door of Sun 2.

Knock, knock, knock... ]

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this is hideously late so pls feel free to drop... wheezes as i crawl out of my depressive haze

[rearranger]

[ how i've had this written in my head but unable to put it on paper for over a year and esp since Kai's mini-story, kill me.............

Ranger draws in a breath; it's easy and natural, a rise and fall in the chest, but there's just the slightest delay between drawing it in and exhaling it. He is a product of ASUNARO; he's the masterwork of Satou Gashu, and yet, he's not. He's been rejected both by the human who created him and that which completed him; accepted by a human turned into a doll which accepted him, by humans unrelated to the organization, and all that weighs heavily on him.

How does he explain all of that to a simple human who he's known for such a short time? Yet his life is just a moment, a breeze in summer, nothing much at all when compared even to the life before him. He blinks, and knows that the human before him as done so thousands of times more since birth. ]

... Hiyori is an idiot, [ He explains, seeming confident enough in his assessment. ] He's annoying, and he causes nothing but trouble, but...

[ He bites his lip, a brief and uncharacteristic moment of uncertainty overcoming him. It would be wrong to call him "family," but that might be the closest word. ]

... ASUNARO would not be as it is without his genius. Harai, Namida, Gashu, Hiyori... If any one of them didn't exist, ASUNARO's creations would not either... They've done everything for the future of humanity...

[ So denying any one of them is denying his existence. ]