[Something vast breathes and the world spirals away, reshaping into spartan black and grey metal walls edged with light purple lights. The designs are precise and as sharply edged as Shiro's tone.]
How long does this go on? [He stands side by side with a tall man clad in armor more elaborate than the black and violets of the fighters in the room displayed on the screen. Everyone is sporting a mask except the young man with violet eyes and dark hair that wars against them.
At his side, the man answers. 'Sometimes the greatest challenge is knowing when to stop.' Shiro's brows come down a little more.] He'll never quit.
[His companion continues, ignoring the tension in the Paladin's tone. 'One way or another, this will end. Knowledge...or death.'
On the view screen, the young man roars and charges back into the fray.]
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How long does this go on? [He stands side by side with a tall man clad in armor more elaborate than the black and violets of the fighters in the room displayed on the screen. Everyone is sporting a mask except the young man with violet eyes and dark hair that wars against them.
At his side, the man answers. 'Sometimes the greatest challenge is knowing when to stop.' Shiro's brows come down a little more.] He'll never quit.
[His companion continues, ignoring the tension in the Paladin's tone. 'One way or another, this will end. Knowledge...or death.'
On the view screen, the young man roars and charges back into the fray.]