[ And he doesn't say anything back to her. Really, that's all he thinks about the significant skyscraper, looking up at it as memories flash through his mind. And just as he says that, something flickers on the screen, attempting to appear through the static but only just able.
A figure fighting in this very square, shadows rising from the ground with bright yellow eyes, all of them looking towards the said figure that holds some kind of odd weapons. It's difficult to distinguish what they are because of the static and bare lighting though. But the figure is moving swiftly, cutting down the shadows just as they rise and move in on them.
Blue eyes widen under the hood when he sees his barely clear memory being projected on the screen before they narrow as he pushes the memory away, effectively making the image return to static like before.
His memories won't be on display for anyone but himself. ]
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A figure fighting in this very square, shadows rising from the ground with bright yellow eyes, all of them looking towards the said figure that holds some kind of odd weapons. It's difficult to distinguish what they are because of the static and bare lighting though. But the figure is moving swiftly, cutting down the shadows just as they rise and move in on them.
Blue eyes widen under the hood when he sees his barely clear memory being projected on the screen before they narrow as he pushes the memory away, effectively making the image return to static like before.
His memories won't be on display for anyone but himself. ]