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[Somewhere in the building, a small, frail figure sits. It's Yuusei again; the weak, sick Yuusei. He still seems empty, quiet, and slow. However, those who see him may find a tiny difference: his eyes. They don't seem as dead as they once were. There is something in them aside from nothing. A tiny spark.
Still, the way his sits, straight and rigid, one might be forgiven if they didn't notice that. By all appearances, Crux is as he has been ever since he arrived in the Dressing Room - a sick individual. And in some ways, it was true.
But not in every way. Right?]
Still, the way his sits, straight and rigid, one might be forgiven if they didn't notice that. By all appearances, Crux is as he has been ever since he arrived in the Dressing Room - a sick individual. And in some ways, it was true.
But not in every way. Right?]