[ And, for a moment— there's a tightness in his chest, a burn where his heart would be that sears a hot line up into his throat and makes him taste blood. It's a realization of something, but he can't quite place it, a wrongness that he's reminded of if only because the topic at hand brings it to mind. He can't articulate it, of course, but his head hangs low for the second it takes to still his breathing.
Yes, something is very, very wrong. ]
Then that would mean that this entire War is...
[ A lie? Something that doesn't even truly exist?
Is his wish being trampled upon again? ]
...Void, I suppose. [ he chooses his words carefully. ] Is this even the real Fuyuki City?
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Yes, something is very, very wrong. ]
Then that would mean that this entire War is...
[ A lie? Something that doesn't even truly exist?
Is his wish being trampled upon again?]...Void, I suppose. [ he chooses his words carefully. ] Is this even the real Fuyuki City?