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He likes coming to this world, destiny etched into its name. It's quaint and exotic.
It's wet, too. But well, he thinks, maybe that's a good thing.
He comes at night, on his own time, after the missions of the day. It's relaxing, and he doesn't like to admit it, but it feels homey too.
And, ah, lookie here. There she is again; that tattered For Lease sign stamped on her forehead. She's standing, drowning in the ocean, as usual. Her savior isn't gonna come, yet. She's going to be a vacant warehouse for a while, and he just wants to grab her hair and her neck.
He flicks his wrists with a cat-like grin, and he eases his way through the sand.
Namine sure does know how to draw despair. It makes it all so much easier.