[Naoya pokes his head into the living room from the kitchen, his expression bored. He's watched as Kazuya's gotten more and more irritated - and he's got a good guess why. Atsuro introducing new information into the mix and then disappearing.]
[Not only had he lost his friend, but he'd been informed of a 'safe' choice. But that choice wouldn't have ended God's tyranny, now would it have? So what kind of choice was it, really? He still would have been watched by Metatron...]
[The mug sits sadly on the floor, mercifully unbroken. It's got a new chip in it, but it's still usable. The books lay scattered around the table. Naoya comes into the room and picks them up, replacing them on the table before putting a hand on Kazuya's head as if he's not on fire and bristling.]
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[Naoya pokes his head into the living room from the kitchen, his expression bored. He's watched as Kazuya's gotten more and more irritated - and he's got a good guess why. Atsuro introducing new information into the mix and then disappearing.]
[Not only had he lost his friend, but he'd been informed of a 'safe' choice. But that choice wouldn't have ended God's tyranny, now would it have? So what kind of choice was it, really? He still would have been watched by Metatron...]
[The mug sits sadly on the floor, mercifully unbroken. It's got a new chip in it, but it's still usable. The books lay scattered around the table. Naoya comes into the room and picks them up, replacing them on the table before putting a hand on Kazuya's head as if he's not on fire and bristling.]