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[kamui's cooking. he's cutting things on a chopping board and dropping them on a pot and it looks like this. and he has a fairly complacent demeanor throughout the whole process, that it's a little difficult to tell that he's ridiculously bored. not that it's because it's a working day, but because it's another mundane day in death city and he is

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[soulparadox]

It will be home for me when it is home for you.

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[a laugh]

That's a little difficult.

Right now, let's say it never will be.

[soulparadox]

Then, it will never be for me as well.

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Good. None of us should ever forget where we are from.

[soulparadox]

Understood.

... Prussia and Germany says that I am their citizen, but I remember that I come from the laboratory.

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Mmm. Never forget.

Those who deliver the end have no business belonging to the dying world, unless the world has claimed them in turn. You, for instance.

[a thoughtful pause]

I remember the colour of the ground below your body when you died.

[soulparadox]

You do?

What color was it?

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Like the ground during rain.

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...

Why do you remember something like that, Kamui?

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[a shrug.]

I am a repository of memories.

[soulparadox]

Like me?

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Yes.

And everyone else.

[nope, he is not bitter. not at all.]

That is why I am Kamui.

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I do not ... quite understand.

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[softer]

In time, you will.

Altair's told me you're growing well, after all.

[soulparadox]

Thank you, Kamui.

You two are no longer fighting like dragons?

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We've come to a grudging agreement. [laughs] It must be the power of my cooking. Sakurazuka would be proud; he'd tell me I'm being a good housewife.