Mamoru's chin tips forward, lower, and the hinge of his jaw grits something in the enamel into his ears.
It shouldn't feel familiar, that type of mindset. And yet, he knows his own, part of it at least, holds a certain similarity to the point that it feels right and he's inclined to agree. The part of him that granted the infernal title of Demonic Swordsman and revels in the reputation it brings, in the doors of possibilities it opens for him.
Still, the swordsman takes a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the outline projected into his retinas.] You just want something to burn.
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Mamoru's chin tips forward, lower, and the hinge of his jaw grits something in the enamel into his ears.
It shouldn't feel familiar, that type of mindset. And yet, he knows his own, part of it at least, holds a certain similarity to the point that it feels right and he's inclined to agree. The part of him that granted the infernal title of Demonic Swordsman and revels in the reputation it brings, in the doors of possibilities it opens for him.
Still, the swordsman takes a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the outline projected into his retinas.] You just want something to burn.