Char... Aznable? [ The Red Comet. Banagher repeats, as if to try and disassemble the concept of the name syllable by syllable. All it does is sound foreign, a broken link—if a link at all—in the complex sequence that somehow spans between them. In that moment, he's caught unaware of just how much a difference in demeanor something as simple as standing can make, especially when your company stands a good head and shoulders over you.
Frowning, Banagher tries to settle on what to say. What can he even say? From that little tirade alone, he can tell this was an impenetrable wall to tear down, not a distant flicker to reach for. ]
You've felt it too. That heartbeat. The things that rush in to take its place.
[ Words. Words that aren't in his own voice. Static on a forgotten radio. ]
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Frowning, Banagher tries to settle on what to say. What can he even say? From that little tirade alone, he can tell this was an impenetrable wall to tear down, not a distant flicker to reach for. ]
You've felt it too. That heartbeat. The things that rush in to take its place.
[ Words. Words that aren't in his own voice. Static on a forgotten radio. ]