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[It's taken Joshua the better part of the week to succumb, thanks to seeing it happening to others and his own awareness of alternate possibilities, but it's finally hit him. He's sitting, legs crossed neatly and looking boredly at the back of his hand.]
This form, hm? Well, I suppose it's a change.
[He doesn't change forms, for the moment, remaining a teenager. Might as well, there isn't much that interests him anymore. Shibuya's gone, destroyed by his hand. He doesn't regret it one bit, either, seeing it as an act of mercy. Neku played no part in his game- his proxy was a nameless teen who had all the drive and none of the feeling his original choice did. No reason to spare it. A Composer without a Game is never a good idea. Nothing to be connected to, and therefore he's more cold and arrogant than ever.
Joshua glances towards the sphere, eyes slightly narrowed once he notices the recording. He pulls it towards him, snorting derisively before shutting it off. He'll have his eye on this later...]
This form, hm? Well, I suppose it's a change.
[He doesn't change forms, for the moment, remaining a teenager. Might as well, there isn't much that interests him anymore. Shibuya's gone, destroyed by his hand. He doesn't regret it one bit, either, seeing it as an act of mercy. Neku played no part in his game- his proxy was a nameless teen who had all the drive and none of the feeling his original choice did. No reason to spare it. A Composer without a Game is never a good idea. Nothing to be connected to, and therefore he's more cold and arrogant than ever.
Joshua glances towards the sphere, eyes slightly narrowed once he notices the recording. He pulls it towards him, snorting derisively before shutting it off. He'll have his eye on this later...]