[The machine is turned on with a swat, and Karasu is seen, curled up on his bed, leaning against the wall. There are a small number of feathers all around him, his own wings tightly pulled against his shoulderblades. He glances up once, in disinterest at the communicator before looking away]
Just...like...clockwork. We really should be used to it
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...unless it hasn't happened yet.
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