[He has told them, time and again, that he is an old man. Mikazuki remembers every indulgent smile, every eyeroll, every slightly exasperated 'Mikazuki!' said to him when he said that.
He is tired.
They have been fighting relentlessly, and for what? The fight never ends. The enemies always come back.
He smiles at them as they look up at him, as if he can't quite comprehend the looks of dawning horror on their faces. Why are they looking at him like that? He just wants the fighting to end. He just wants to rest. That's all.]
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[He has told them, time and again, that he is an old man. Mikazuki remembers every indulgent smile, every eyeroll, every slightly exasperated 'Mikazuki!' said to him when he said that.
He is tired.
They have been fighting relentlessly, and for what? The fight never ends. The enemies always come back.
He smiles at them as they look up at him, as if he can't quite comprehend the looks of dawning horror on their faces. Why are they looking at him like that? He just wants the fighting to end. He just wants to rest. That's all.]