[ Josh nods at this, contemplative, eyes still on the rings.
Suddenly the pieces fit -- the look in Hikaru's eyes when he'd promised to kill Josh if he didn't do the man's sword justice, the silence that stretched when Makoto showed up -- a geist without a bound sin-eater -- quiet and observant; and that whole awkward exchange the night before last, over text. ]
That reminds me of a group of kids that I knew -- they had each other's backs, called each other out on their shit, learned and grew together because the foundation of friendship was strongenough to hold through all the tough things.
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Suddenly the pieces fit -- the look in Hikaru's eyes when he'd promised to kill Josh if he didn't do the man's sword justice, the silence that stretched when Makoto showed up -- a geist without a bound sin-eater -- quiet and observant; and that whole awkward exchange the night before last, over text. ]
That reminds me of a group of kids that I knew -- they had each other's backs, called each other out on their shit, learned and grew together because the foundation of friendship was strongenough to hold through all the tough things.