Welp, might as well trumpet the fanfare.
...Two years, right? Three? We went two-three years asking and theorizing and guessing and they JUMPED HOOPS to keep a bloody
BOOK from us?!
XO Fuck you, Nomura. WHAT'S SO SECRET SPECIAL ABOUT THAT?! That wasn't a climax to a patient wait! That was a FART IN THE WIND.
....Sigh. Whatever. I really wanted wires. Garrote/filament wires. ....TT_TT Come on, man. Even mirrors would've made twice as much sense.