[By "it" he means just the D.R.B., huh? That's almost funny, really. Everything is so much bigger than just Otome's little sideshow, but it's captured the imagination of so many so completely.]
No. It's... —ngh.
[The vagueness of Sasara's question gives Rei room to skirt it by the bare minimum. But every moment he spends not answering makes the pull of the bracelet that much more painful, enveloping his thoughts with a searing headache.
Agh, fuck. He doesn't have enough time to think this one through. The words build up in the back of his throat like bile. Fuck, fuck—]
It's only— part of a whole. [Grimacing, Rei presses a hand to his throbbing scar.] I engineered the Mics, so...
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No. It's... —ngh.
[The vagueness of Sasara's question gives Rei room to skirt it by the bare minimum. But every moment he spends not answering makes the pull of the bracelet that much more painful, enveloping his thoughts with a searing headache.
Agh, fuck. He doesn't have enough time to think this one through. The words build up in the back of his throat like bile. Fuck, fuck—]
It's only— part of a whole. [Grimacing, Rei presses a hand to his throbbing scar.] I engineered the Mics, so...