I'm here! So, I'd like to address a comment left from a guest reviewer. This individual had requested some looking into Musashi and Sopia's relationship. Well, Guest, you read my mind! G is one with a pre-picked word and was meant for Sopia.

Letter: G

Word: Grow

Sopia and Musashi were two different people. That much was obvious. While a casual passer-by might see a teen and his younger brother, anyone who was familiar with either of them knew otherwise.

Musashi, despite his initial shyness and polite personality was something of a fun-loving, energetic person, albeit one who usually gets only two to four hours of sleep a night and is very tired. Apart from his seriousness about the Funeral, the officer was always looking for a good laugh. He was made to work for the people and working among them was just a nice. The fact that he made friends easily shouldn't really surprise his team-mates, and it always baffles him that it does.

About a month after Eko's death, and a month after he came to Senjo Academy, Musashi gave up on trying to read in class and decided to just chat. By the end of the day, he was set to eat lunch the next day with several people, and coming to a school sporting event later that week with another few. And it just spiraled from there. It took barely any time before he had at least one inside joke with everyone (excluding the Good Douji Club, who mostly avoided him during the normal day, which hurt him a bit) and knew quite a few people outside of his class, and grade.

Sopia, on the other hand, tried to avoid directly interacting with anyone. People were complex and quite frightening. Being the douji of wisdom he was forced to be constantly grappling with deep and meaningful ideologies. But the problem was, he knew all of them and had no life experience to balance them out. His life had no absolutes, save his eventual demise at the funeral. Seeing as he figured the only two who would remain standing would be Ultimo and Vice.

That was, until Dunstan went changing his mind about how the game would be played. If he didn't mind committing the though crime, Sopia would think that it had something to do with his daughters involvement. But Sopia was positive his thoughts were being monitored, so he didn't think about it.

The douji would have been quite content to stay weak and not be forced into closeness with a master, but Musashi had thought otherwise. At least, Sopia assumed at first. He eventually learned that it was Dunstan who chose it, but by then it didn't matter.

"If you're going to do that, do it outside."

Because by then, Musashi was a wreck and Sopia got an up close view of how frightening it is to be human.

Musashi sighed. Had he been a year younger, he would have protested. He was the master in this relationship! And he was just fine sitting inside. (Musashi had never admitted it, but most of the reason why he hadn't liked going out was because he was scared. Tokyo was forcibly exotic for him, and Musashi really didn't sign up for this.) Now, however, the teen just got up and walked out.

"Are you going to come with me?"

They both knew that answer. It would be no. A year ago, perhaps Sopia would have. That is, if nobody else was available and Musashi wouldn't go out otherwise.

"No, thank you."

"Okay. I'll bring you back something to eat." The door was shut before the douji could protest. He could, would, cook.

"What is so damn appealing about fast food?"

Sopia gingerly turned over in bed. His masters dreaming had woken him. Though tonight was one of the rare good nights, Kyoko making a JDatE reference when Domeki had scored during a gym class basketball game, Sopia still didn't want to experience Musashi's memories. Since he is a robot, the douji didn't have to dream and often chose not to. The only problem was Musashi is a cyborg with similar enough wiring to put his dreams on to Sopia's frequency.

At least it wasn't one of the cop's night terrors that could wake up a whole building. It wasn't too much of a problem now, but before they had happened frequently, to the point that Musashi had snuck up a screwdriver so he could put his voice on a low setting and reset it the next morning.

There was that one time when one of Sopia's Funeral dreams had also been viewed by his master. Both had woken up, freaked out. It had been a bloody affair, and kept up with Sopia's habit of mocking his master's period atypical feelings and actions. Only on a much larger scale. Whole buildings were constructed in the style of the 30th century, only to be adorned with giant screen tvs playing the news and adds for places like WcDonalds. His teammates used future slang and police jargon, only to accent it with the Japanese spoken in the 12th century. And so on. Musashi had requested many times before that the douji sleep with him, and after him finding out about those dreams, Sopia finally said yes.

Some nights, they just didn't go to sleep. They would stay up all night watching things like Ultraman, or the complete (and in English) Starwars or Star Trek. Sometimes it was WWII documentaries and other times it was kids shows that happened to be on at one in the morning. Occasionally Musashi would suggest something that hadn't come out yet ("What about Attack on Titan?" "Not out yet." "Okay, how about we listen to Welcome to Night Vale?" "What?" "Welcome to Night Vale, you know, that one podcast." "Hm…not out yet") and they'd talk for a few minutes trying to figure something out, until they decide on a cult classic like the Rocky Horror Picture Show or The Adventures of Pricilla, Queen of the Desert.

They loved each other, they hated each other. But both realized that they wouldn't have worked nearly as well with another.

"Did you hate me?"

"What?"

"Back when we first started. Did you hate me?"

"…no. I was unhappy and scared, but I didn't hate you Sopia. You were closing yourself off from me and I wasn't really able to open you up. But we both came 'round."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I was all 'Do you wanna build a snowman?' and you were all 'No.'-"

"Oh, don't you even start."

"C'mon, is it really that bad?"

"Yes it is. No, no, don't you look at me like that-"

"Let it go, let it go! Can't hold it back anymore~! Let it go, let it go-"

Musashi was silenced by Sopia running away and slamming the door. The officer smiled. Now, where did he put his manga?

Yay, I didn't know what to do with it after the movie watching part. So, to make that fact up to you, I decided to torture you with some Frozen reference. I'm sorry, Sopia is so OOC in that last scene.

As for JDatE, that's the acronym thing for John Dies at the End, which is my favourite book. And I have no idea how being a cyborg works at all and how compatible Musashi is to the douji. Hope this was what you were looking for, Guest.