[ He taps the gem in the center of his chest with his knuckles, points clawed fingers up at the stars. ]
They're not ours.
[ And it hurts, and so Vector hurts, and it's the kind of pain he hasn't quite known since his essence was scattered so and he was forced to retreat, to lick his wounds and come back with the heavy human flesh binding him together.
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(there's a strange sort of emptiness in his chest, a strange cut-off feeling even in this form) ]
...oi, Alit.
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[He approaches the wall, leans back against it and looks up at Vector.]
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[ He hasn't been able to switch back, himself.
It's... kind of bothering him, to be honest. ]
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...don' think so. I don't have my Lapis anyway.
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...I didn't either.
[ And he's not one of his clones, so...
He rolls his eyes and buzzes his wings. ]
Tch. What the hell is this place, anyway?
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...
...eeh? What place? The city?
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Can't you feel it? It's not the human world.
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[He tries to stay as perfectly still as he can for a moment, trying to notice whatever it is that Vector's feeling.]
...
...'cause I've got nothin.
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[ He taps the gem in the center of his chest with his knuckles, points clawed fingers up at the stars. ]
They're not ours.
[ And it hurts, and so Vector hurts, and it's the kind of pain he hasn't quite known since his essence was scattered so and he was forced to retreat, to lick his wounds and come back with the heavy human flesh binding him together.
He hisses. ]
Someone's brought us here. They'll pay.