[He does. The voice in his mind feels muffled as though covered by arms raised, braced up in a defensive position.
Mamoru takes a deep breath. If there are precogs, obviously there would be a next step. Is this the whole thing about this place? Is this why he had that weird dream?
Exhale out through his teeth, his mind, jagged and serrated, slants down, blades flattening away the edge.]
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Mamoru takes a deep breath. If there are precogs, obviously there would be a next step. Is this the whole thing about this place? Is this why he had that weird dream?
Exhale out through his teeth, his mind, jagged and serrated, slants down, blades flattening away the edge.]
What is this?