[This wasn't supposed to be his heart. It brings up thoughts of how their hearts might be connected while they're here; are they linked in some way?]
[But, looking at these, he can't seem to focus on that. He can only think of home (some home it was), of family (family that's forsaken him), of the Krosmoz. He thinks of how the Eliacube felt in his hand that first time, pulsing and alive, and how disturbing it is that he can't remember what came before.]
[(He remembers those few happy years spent on the Zinit, though. It'll have to do.)]
[The others: speaking to Chibi by his empty throne, a disturbing picture of him with the Eliacube (and isolated, of course), manolias on their homeworld, the labs he left in the Zinit... And yet his eyes keep wandering to the crafted image of Shinonome's corpse. He misses her more than anything, his sister, his other half--]
[And without thought, he finds himself stepping to that image, pressing his hand and then his forehead to it for a long moment. In a low voice, meant only for himself, he mutters:] Shinonome, sister, I'll be with you soon.
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[But, looking at these, he can't seem to focus on that. He can only think of home (some home it was), of family (family that's forsaken him), of the Krosmoz. He thinks of how the Eliacube felt in his hand that first time, pulsing and alive, and how disturbing it is that he can't remember what came before.]
[(He remembers those few happy years spent on the Zinit, though. It'll have to do.)]
[The others: speaking to Chibi by his empty throne, a disturbing picture of him with the Eliacube (and isolated, of course), manolias on their homeworld, the labs he left in the Zinit... And yet his eyes keep wandering to the crafted image of Shinonome's corpse. He misses her more than anything, his sister, his other half--]
[And without thought, he finds himself stepping to that image, pressing his hand and then his forehead to it for a long moment. In a low voice, meant only for himself, he mutters:] Shinonome, sister, I'll be with you soon.