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"Well, it's a boring ass city. The kind of typical shit you can find anywhere in Japan. But, welcome to my world."

Arriving back in his original world of Suwahara City, Shirou Yusa gave Setsuna that introduction in his usual carefree tone. The two stood at the edge of a park, trees and other such nature just a little bit behind them. Far in front of them were large buildings and a bridge. Such was the common face of the city he called home. Completely normal. An everyday place you could find anywhere.

And like he'd said, boring as shit.

Shirou lit up a cigarette. After a brief moment, he brought it away form his mouth. A long inhale, and an equally long exhale. It was hard to tell how much time had passed here given that the city so rarely changed, but if he had to guess it wasn't long. He could sense it in the air. Not thanks to nostalgia, or "just a feeling." If asked, he wouldn't answer with something cliche like "I can just tell."

Though he'd called it typical, and its appearance suited the description, there were eight magical points in the city. When any of them received enough souls of the dead, they would turn that part of the city into an uninhabitable wasteland. And Shirou was able to feel when they opened. Right now, the answer was seven. The same as when he had left.

If he'd been gone for even a day, he had no doubt that the last one would have been opened by now. By what means he had no idea, but the jackasses who placed those points there were certainly not incompetent enough for any other result. As usual, nothing had changed. He'd say he was disappointed, but now that he was here all he could say was that he'd already experienced this before.

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"Or at least, part of it," Shirou added after a brief pause. "C'mon, my place ain't around this side of town. I'm gonna go get a drink. You in, Setsuna?"

With a small gesture of his hand, he began to walk towards the city.

@Pretentious Pineapple
 
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Silence. From the woman garbed in a dress of pink and white, this was all there was as teal eyes drifted over the city, taking in their surroundings with unspoken interest. Yes, those eyes held a shimmer to them that had not been there before. A spark, a light that had been stolen away many years ago. An emotion, seldom seen as they were from this particular maiden, that had not been allowed for the majority of her lifetime.

Admiration.

It was not an entirely new thing, for it had reared its head preceding their arrival to this place, if only for fleeting moments at a time. Most of which involving him, in some manner; the man, stood tall and casual beside her. The man who had turned her world upside down with only the common, human display of kindness. Interest. Care. Simple as they were, it had awoken something new in the lonely Setsuna of the moment. And with that awakening, well... Here they were.

'His world', as he had put it, was not something to despair upon finding herself in. While he described it as boring and typical, Setsuna's own eyes saw beauty, if only in the fact that they were free. The terrors, though they had hardly been viewed as such in her own less emotive mind, of the alleged game had passed. No longer was she bound to a man who no longer wanted her, either. Instead, they were here, in a city new and shining with unsung beauty to her. As though the prospect of being able to explore and view this new world- though she was hardly independent enough to really have a full desire to do so -was not enough?

She had him at her side to accompany her through it all. And that would be enough.

In truth, she could not ask for more. And so it was only natural that a small smile came to her lips as the man who had been so kind and accepting to her when she knew only neglect questioned her, stating his intentions as to what he would do now and questioning whether she would follow. Her gaze fixated on him in turn, surroundings all but dismissed in favor of giving a small indication of a nod, hands clasped neatly in front of her waist.

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"...If that is as you wish, Shirou,"
she spoke, voice as gentle as the faint chime of a bell on the breeze. Without question, she followed shortly behind him, unable to keep her eyes from wandering as she did so. It was difficult to determine her exact feelings, her smile slowly fading as she opted to take the place in, but she appeared content enough.

...She was mildly curious what it was he wanted to drink, though. Maybe it was one of those milkshake things she heard Shiratori Kuu talk about so often.

@Kaykay
 
As they walked through the city, Setsuna would find that her feelings on the city didn't appear to be unfounded. It was, as Shirou had put it, typical. Men and women bustled about under the lights of the modern city, talking to each other about all sorts of things. How work had been really lax recently thanks to it being just before New Years, how socks were seriously a disappointing Christmas present, how the new album someone had just picked up was unexpectedly good. All things that weren't unexpected to hear going through a city. All things that Shirou ignored.

Though while he paid Suwahara's residents little mind, every so and then he checked Setsuna's reaction. He really had no idea what kind of place she'd come from. It didn't seem like she was some sort of "samurai in the modern era" or like a Terminator come from the future or anything like that. Rather, her wandering eyes reminded him more of a country person who'd just arrived in a city for the first time. Whether that was because that was actually the case or she was just curious about the city he lived in he couldn't tell, but the way he figured it that was her business. If she wanted to say anything she would've.

...Or so he would've figured for most people. If experience was a good judge, she was unlikely to say anything unless it threatened their immediate health or something, but that was just fine as well. He'd ask her questions. After a shot or three.

After weaving between the alleyways between buildings for some time, the residents of which grew more and more questionable, they would arrive at a small door at the bottom of a few steps. To most people it was a far worse part of the city than the park or where they'd been walking earlier, but to a crazy daredevil like Shirou this was just as good a home as any.

When they entered, all the classic signs of night life greeted them. Strobe lights, booming music, and all too many people drinking, dancing, and attempting to chat through said booming music. It was a small nightclub in the bad side of town. It became immediately clear that it was certainly not a place for milkshakes.

To most people, anyway.

"I didn't come for these assholes, but gotta get through'em to get to my own place. Door's over there," Shirou jerked his head towards a door in the back on one of the side walls. "If any of'em get in your way, feel free to shove'em aside. They'll be nice and understandin' about it."

It was questionable exactly how "nice and understanding" they would be, but given that most of the crowd got out of Shirou's way as soon as they noticed him it didn't seem to entirely be a joke.

Soon enough, they'd reach his door, and beyond it was a simple lounge.

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Aside from the couches and table, the lounge had a fridge. There also appeared to be a bar and kitchen visible through an open door leading to the next room over, which itself also had another door, albeit a closed one. It was like there was a whole house inside of the night club.

After grabbing a bottle from the fridge, he sat down on one of the couches, throwing his free arm behind the back of it. He opened it up, the smell of alcohol beginning to permeate the air. Though before the cap he'd tossed to the side hit the floor, he'd already started downing the whole thing.

"Ahh, god fuckin' damn it. I can't even get drunk anymore? Kids sure love their superpower fantasies and shit, but it's actually the fuckin' worst," he complained as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, though still sounding as nonchalant as ever, before placing the bottle on the table. He smirked and looked to Setsuna. "Welcome to the Bottomless Pit Version Two. Don't bother askin' 'bout version one. That pit's cooked like fried chicken, so here we are. Whaddya wanna drink? And more importantly, how was the city, huh?"

@Pretentious Pineapple
 
People were not her interest in the given situation. In total honesty, Setsuna could not care much less about them; they were not in danger, nor were they themselves dangerous. Sure, humans had her interest in some ways, what with their odd mannerisms and emotions seemingly unique to them as a species, but Shirou was the only human she was currently concerned with. As was fitting, in her mind, due to her having come to see him as her master. Though in the very back of her mind, the furthest depths locked deep within due to years of lessons she was not to think or act independently, she did have to wonder. Did he mind it, that she saw him that way? She also still was confused by his alleged falling for her that he had mentioned and told her to go along with so long ago...

But now wasn't the time for questions. Not that she ever felt it was the time for questions, unless she was specifically told so.

In any case, the point was that little mind was given to the passerbys on the street and their mundane conversations alike. Rather, Setsuna's eyes seemed more keen on drinking up the scenery, average as it may have been, committing every detail she possibly could to memory. Just in case something came up and they needed to navigate the place. That, and simple as the city may have been, she found it... Nice.

Granted, it was growing less and less nice, she noted, the further into it that they ventured. Personally she had thought the park they had started off in to be rather stunning, but these dark alleyways and their people were breathtaking in a different sense. She was not one who excelled in reading people, but she could feel a darker air to the place. Something more dangerous. No judgement was held for it, but she did opt to keep a closer eye on the people. Just in case. Not that it was much of a difference than usual, considering she was always prepared for attacks.

But none came, and they made it to Shirou's apparent destination. As he opened the door just in front of her, she craned her head to peer in from around him, unable to see otherwise from her position directly behind him. And blinked twice, stepping immediately after Shirou had, himself. Her gaze flitted around with mild bewilderment, blue-green orbs just slightly wider than usual as she tried to process the entire scene. But she struggled immensely, the fact that she managed to keep calm and even keep walking after Shirou almost astonishing.

Never had she set foot in a place even remotely like this before. She had heard Kyoushirou play his violin many a time, but that was soft, quiet and gentle where these 'musics' were loud and unsettling, she able to feel her whole being pounding from the intensity and vibration generated by the sounds. The lights were disorienting by themselves with how they flashed and flickered, but we're even more overwhelming when coupled with the sea of people moving with and against each other in confusing manners. Not to mention the place smelled of sweat and something else she couldn't quite place.

With how purely overwhelming it all was to her in the truest sense of the word, Setsuna almost could have lost Shirou in the crowd, unable to even hear the bells fixed in her hair chiming to help her regain focus. Fortunately, his voice snapped her out of it, and a small nod was provided as she followed his footsteps with careful precision to assure she not lose track of him, she glancing only briefly to the collection of people who had moved aside for Shirou. But her gaze did not linger, and she was quick to carry on.

Which she quickly found herself grateful for as Shirou revealed his room, the female wasting no time in following after him into it. She seemed almost disheveled, even with the faintest trace of curiosity in her eyes, as though the scene had both drained her and sparked her interest. But she seemed to disregard both of these things alike, instead opting to simply stand still where she had entered and watch Shirou as he went about retrieving his drink before having a seat. She couldn't recall seeing a bottle like that before, and the smell that came with upon its opening was certainly unfamiliar, save for in that odd room they had just come from.

That was not her concern though, and while she was unsure just what drunk was, the closest thing to a look of sympathy that she could accomplish was mustered, a faint trace of a frown tugging at her lips. "... I am sorry you are inconvenienced by this, Shirou," she spoke in her typical monotone, still not budging from her initial place of entry. And without any request for her to do so, she remained where she was, seeming to briefly contemplate his queries.

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"...I do not require anything to drink,"
she finally settled, hoping it would be satisfactory. "Absolute angels do not require food or fluids as humans do. We need only Mana, so it is unnecessary to supply such things," she explained. It didn't cross her mind that it may have been rude to decline, especially when she really could drink and eat just fine if desired. Rather, she thought it was polite to elaborate that he wouldn't have to use his supplies on her. But regardless of how it was received, she carried on, bound by mind and heart to answer anything asked of her. "The city was beautiful. It is... Different, from Academia," she answered, uncertain as to how she could phrase it. Hopefully that would suffice.

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As Setsuna apologized for something she couldn't help, Shirou gave a dismissive wave.

"Whatcha apologizin' for, didja make me like this? If it ain't your fault, no point in worryin', yeah?"

Always trying to stay out of the way, always trying to help. She was kind, almost to a fault. Shirou had a rough personality and way of speaking, but it wasn't like that made him unable to understand or appreciate such things. And it was because he could understand it that he both found her interesting and wanted her to be a little more selfish. No human or angel should always cede everything, regardless of how she considered him her master.

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"It ain't about whether it's 'required' or whatever, y'know," Shirou started, pausing for a moment as he waited for her to sit down. Which she never did. Couldn't exactly claim that was surprising in hindsight. "When people meet, they drink to remember it. Or blow it the fuck outta their minds, depends how much they drink. Point is, unless you're real against it, have a drink. Ain't gotta be alcohol if that ain't your scene. We got lemonade, soda; hell, we got milk if that'll be more your taste. Well, ya probably ain't tasted anythin' yet if ya don't drink, so just choose whatever sounds the coolest, or something."

He still didn't motion for her to sit, despite noticing that she wasn't moving to do so by now. When would she sit down? Was it natural for her to take a seat after practically walking around a whole city? ...Would she even move from the damn entry? Well, maybe that last one would be answered if she went for a drink like he'd offered, but he quite honestly expected the answer to the other two questions to be "never" and "no." But even still, he wouldn't say anything. He wanted her to figure it out herself. So for now, however she responded to his continued offer for a drink, he just moved the conversation back along.

"Beautiful, different, huh. Not bad, those're two words I like to put together." Shirou nodded with a slightly wider grin on his face. "Dunno if that 'Academia' of yours is a city or some sorta angel school though. Can't picture anythin' offa that."

Setsuna had mentioned a place entirely foreign to him. That kind of uniqueness, that kind of different, was what he lived for. Thus, he naturally became curious about it. Especially since it was where Setsuna had come from. The world she'd decided to abandon, even if just for a little while, to come here with him.

"Academia, ye? What's that like? How different is it from this Suwahara City here, hm? Gotten me wonderin' over here."

@Pretentious Pineapple
 
"..."

There it was again. This man, who she hadn't known all that long(consciously, anyways. Two years had passed since their meeting regardless), dismissing her with that insanely casual air about him. Telling her she should not worry about what she could not control; a sentiment never once shown to her in the past. It was completely baffling to her, how he could be this way. Every human she had ever met was nothing like him, so she found him astonishing, from his kindness to his calm and casual demeanor right down to the fact that he actually seemed interested, perhaps even caring, towards her.

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"Very well. I understand,"
she finally spoke, though she did not in truth. No, she struggled to understand even the humans she had interacted with in her own world, so one as welcoming, lax and kind as him was entirely beyond her comprehension. As a woman so used to scorn, punishment, alienation and disapproval to a point where she saw those things as the baseline and proper behaviors of humans? As a female who had been taught that, for her, as an Absolute Angel, that was all she would ever receive? Well, these displays were more than a little difficult to fathom.

For him, though, she would try. She would give her best, as she did with all else, to comprehend and accept his unique behaviors. The latter would be much easier, but she fully intended to put work into the former just as well. He asked her questions unrelated to tasks, right? If her observations were correct, that meant he wanted to understand her. And if he was going to work at understanding her, it seemed only right that she try to do the same.

Still. Such comments as the one that followed made it very hard to do that, both when it came to him specifically and humans as a whole.

It didn't matter whether it was required or not, he claimed? That in and of itself was odd, to her. Did humans ingest fluids and food for pleasure, then? She almost wanted to ask as much, but she still was unsure how to go about such a thing, nor was the urge exactly... front and center or overpowering. After all, she had been trained to refrain from paying her own urges any mind, anyways; save for the protective ones. But he did suggest she get a drink, which, naturally, meant she would. Anything he wanted would be done. Which, in this case, kind of begged a question. And, after a long minute or so of silent staring and hesitation, she finally managed to utter it.

"...What is alcohol?"

Shame was not something the question was possessed by. No, there was only a genuine lack of knowledge that she evidently hoped to sate so she could better figure out just what she ought to do to appease him. She was aware of what soda, lemonade and milk were, but that one term was just foreign to her. Nonetheless, she did not linger on it, but nor did she move from where she stood. He had offered a drink, sure, but she was uncertain if that meant she was permitted to fetch it or not without a direct cue to do so. So there she remained, almost as still as a statue in the entry, hands clasped carefully in front of her.

So it was from that same damn entry that she listened as he stated his approval of her assessment, which, though small, still made her feel warm inside. A hint of a smile formed, her lips twitching upward faintly at the corners, but she otherwise displayed little change as he spoke. And it wasn't until he officially inquired as to what Academia was like that she responded, for she had not been certain if his statement that he didn't know what it was was meant to be a cue for her to say more or not. Regardless.

"Academia is a large city that is primarily made up of various academies,"
the blonde stated, smile having faded away and her voice still as monotonous as ever. "Each academy is focused on a different matter. There are academies revolving around combat, cooking, swimming and more. As for the differences, this 'Suwahara City' is..." Hm. How could she put it? "It seems less broken up. And the scenery is different, as well." A beat passed.

"Is that all?"


@Kaykay
 
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"...Wait, what the hell? You don't know what alcohol is?"

Shirou's face broke away from its usual carefree demeanor for a moment, turning into a surprised look. He'd known she was pretty unfamiliar with the world, but damn. Well, it wasn't really a big deal that she didn't know. He'd mostly just wanted her to do something that wasn't "necessary." And sate his curiosity on what would happen if an "Absolute Angel" consumed alcohol. But that wasn't as big of a deal. Probably.

In any case, his surprise didn't last long as he began to casually speak as usual.

"Well, whatever. I ain't gonna get all sciency about this shit, so basically it's just drinks that make you go crazy. Act without restraint. That kinda thing. Or at least, it would," he picked up the empty bottle and waggled it around a bit, "If my body wasn't fucked up like this now."

He set the bottle back down before staring at her for a bit. Even after he'd said she could, or should even, get a drink she didn't move. It was amusing. Not once had he seen someone so opposed to acting of their own accord. She was basically the exact opposite of himself in that way. However, that also made it somewhat painful to watch. He gestured towards the fridge with the same attitude he usually held, not letting either his amusement or irritation appear.

"So yeah. With that info in mind, get whatcha like, whenever ya like."

Afterwards, he listened to her begin describing her own world. Describing Academia. Like he'd expected and deduced as they walked here, it seemed the technology levels weren't significantly different, nor was the basic culture. Trains, buildings, and stuff like that were just natural parts of the scenery. Instead, the topic of difference had been how the cities worked. From Shirou's perspective, a city that separated people by study almost sounded like something from a novel. But that was what was so appealing about these alternate worlds they'd only so recently discovered.

Though, that was all guesswork. Setsuna wasn't the talkative sort of course, and that seemed to carry over to when she attempted to explain things. Came with the whole lack of self-expression thing, quite likely. Regardless, Shirou made a satisfied seeming smirk.

"Sure, if that's all ya got to say. That's enough details for me, unless there's still somethin' you haven't said yet. It's interestin', but I don't think a place like that will kill this feeling of mine. This god damned Deja Vu."

As he began to speak about "that feeling," his smirk disappeared. Shirou, who took the worst of dangers in stride with a smirk on his face and a gun in his hand, made an expression one could only describe as pissed off. His eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth curled downwards. It was clear he wasn't angry at anyone or anything in particular. It was as though he looked past everything, pissed off at the world itself. Not in the dream fight they'd had against a demon lord nor when he'd dealt with Lex or Clark had he made such an expression. That single feeling pissed even Shirou off just that much.

But it only lasted for a brief few seconds before his expression returned to normal.

"Speaking of which, do you know what that is, Setsuna? Deja Vu?"

@Pretentious Pineapple
 
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"...I do not," Setsuna confirmed, calm as ever. "Are you displeased with me?" After all, Shirou had given her a look of seeming genuine alarm, and it was rare that he seemed to break from his typical carefree expressions. Therefore, it seemed to her that him being upset with her was a logical conclusion as to why he would give her such a look. Not that her obliviousness was her own fault, really, in this case; alcohol wasn't exactly something Kyoshiro ever had around the house or requested when they shopped. And if Kyoshiro didn't care for something, it was expected that she did not, either.

Fortunately, regardless of whether he was indeed annoyed or not, Shirou gave an explanation as to what this 'alcohol' was. Not that the explanation entirely made sense to her. A drink that made people remember things, but also could make them forget, depending on how much they consumed? Additionally, just generally made the consumers go crazy? It was surely an odd concept in her mind, but as always, she refused to question it. Sensical or otherwise, Shirou had said it, so that meant it must be true, right? Therefore, there was no need for questions.

So instead, she merely answered. "I see." Not much of an answer, really, but she was trying. "Is there anything I can do for you? Is there a cure for your fucked up body, or some other way to at least aid it?" Honestly, it sounded really really odd to hear such a seemingly innocent person swear so casually, but she clearly was not hesitant to echo Shirou's words precisely. Even if she didn't exactly know what fucked up meant. But the way he used it seemed negative, so it only felt natural to offer any help she possibly could.

As per usual, the blonde remained oblivious to the hints that she could retrieve the designated drink, or any other, from the fridge. It was apparent that her mind was truly a prison of the most intensely guarded sort, molded over the long course of ten years into what her master had seen as befitting of a 'tool' such as her. A tool that he intended fully to murder as soon as her use had run out. A tool that he had manipulated and trained into being perfectly okay with that fact, because despite his cruelty and ill intent towards her, he had made this tool love him.

But here she was, now, not even thinking of the man she had formerly served. She was free of her bond to him, and was thus fully fixated on the redhead before her in his stead. Even if she was free of her ten-year servitude, though, she was not truly free. Such intense molding of her mind was not something that would be eroded or replaced easily, and as such she was still seldom catching cues given to her. It was only when Shirou more directly stated she could help herself that she gave a nod, removing herself from the entryway to move to the fridge with her typical calm and graceful demeanor. Though, upon arriving at it, she did give pause, seeming to take a moment to consider something before glancing over her shoulder.

"Would you like something, Shirou?"
She knew his all co hall had apparently not given him whatever it was he desired from it, but perhaps he wanted something else? "Furthermore, do you wish me to consume 'alcohol'? That sounds slightly unwise. I would not wish to lose my sanity and do you harm." Apparently she was taking the 'makes you go crazy' thing a little literally, but who could blame her?

As she waited for Shirou's answers, the female watched him intently and observed his satisfied smirk upon her explanation of Academia with mild happiness. If he were pleased with her, as it seemed, she in turn would be happy as well. It was her purpose to please, in her mind, so it only made sense that his satisfaction would make her cheerful. Not that the cheer of being praised soothed the concern she felt when he made that expression.

Surprise was something she had not seen much of from this man. That had been one thing. But the look he made, now, it was reminiscent of the expression that Kyoshiro always seemed to make when the Absolute Angels were spoken of. A scowl; an expression of pure, unadulterated spite and anger. Yet, it seemed to lack a target or cause, unlike her former master's. Unless it was that mention of Deja Vu. But if her memory served her correctly, then...

"...Deja Vu. That is the sensation of having experienced something before, correct?" she queried, possibly rhetorically but the lack of fluctuation in tone made it hard to tell whether it was or not. Regardless, it wasn't like she was an expert on the topic, so she was undoubtedly open to feedback or correction.

@Kaykay
 
Shirou laughed a little as Setsuna repeated his words about his body to the letter. Someone that gave off an innocent aura saying "fuck" in a monotone voice...he had to say, that was pretty funny. Fantastic, even. It completely broke the mold one would normally expect from someone like her. He waved a hand dismissively, though the perpetual smirk on his face widened a bit.

"I ain't 'displeased' or anything, just surprised for a sec. Though, there ain't anything anyone can do about my body. Don't mind it."

Despite the dissatisfaction he expressed with his current body, realistically he didn't have much to complain about. Technically it made him stronger, less likely to die. The fact he couldn't get drunk was a testament to that. But for some reason, he seemed to just find that annoying. And besides, there was seriously no way to do anything about it.

When she asked about drinks, he shook his head. "Nah. As for you, I said it before right? Get whatcha want, with or without your sanity intact." Shirou didn't seem to have much of a mind to correct her on the matter. In a way, that wasn't entirely untrue anyway, provided she reacted to the substance the way humans did at least.

Then he nodded as Setsuna answered the million dollar question.

"Exactly. That's exactly it,"
he responded in his usual carefree voice. For now, that anger seemed to have disappeared like a flash in a pan. "I first felt it about a decade ago. Someone was causing a bitta trouble, so I took care of it the fastest way I knew possible. No human on Earth keeps movin' after a few holes from a knife, yeah? But then I realized somethin'."

'Huh? This is...familiar. Didn't I already do this before?'

"That was what I thought. Deja vu, ya see. Do something for the first time, but somehow it feels like you've already done it before. It's a real pain in the ass. I can't see the future with it, so it ain't helpful at all. It just makes everything I do feel boring as shit. And that feeling just keeps coming back. Every damn time."


He leaned back on the couch and crossed one leg over the other. Undoubtedly, the majority of people experienced deja vu to some degree. But a case like Shirou's, where everything that happened would suddenly seem familiar to him, was beyond reason. Was his mind fucked up? Memories of a previous life? After a decade, he still didn't know the answer. Lighting up a smoke, he continued.

"So I go out of my way to do crazy shit, break the mold, find something new. I wanna experience the unknown, ya see. Something exciting, that once it happens, I can't just say 'I've already done this before.' When we got dropped off in that huge ass containment cell, I thought that was definitely it. Waking up in a different world? With that damn ridiculous amount of people? That had to be different, somethin' unknown. But it still didn't disappear. Like all that crazy shit would happen was already known in advance, already planned from the beginning. It's the fuckin' worst."


Suddenly, Shirou stood up. With his hands in his coat pockets, he grinned at her.

"So you doin' shit that I don't expect? Saying things, reacting to things in ways I don't see comin'? Breaking your own mold? Well, I can't say it kills this damn deja vu, but it's at least better than seein' it coming and experiencin' deja vu on top of it. Hell, who knows, you being from another world and existing in this one might blow this fuckin' deja vu to pieces itself."

A brief pause.

"But that's a long shot, and I ain't patient enough to sit around and wait to see if that actually happens. So I'm planning to do a whole buncha crazy shit. Reasonable, unreasonable, I don't give a fuck. Picking fights with monsters from right out of a damn manga. Skirting the edge of death. Hell, randomly jumpin' from world to world might do the trick. Anything that might give me something totally unknown, ya know. Knowin' that, ya still gonna stick with me? If stupid, insane shit like that ain't your cup of tea, I get it. But no point having you tag along if you don't know what you're in for, yeah? So I'm askin' it straight. Wanna smash this deja vu of mine to pieces? There ain't no guaranteed safety on that road, though."

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