The images on the walls have been flitting through moments of both their lives, and for now, one screen pauses on Mariko Aramaki. The look she gives him borders on imperious, and caring, and a little angry. It keeps shifting back and forth between her in Recolle, brown hair that nearly matches Togusa's, and her duplicate, with purple, unnatural looking locks. The expression? Is the same.
"It's not.." Far less certain about it now, Togusa looks down.
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The images on the walls have been flitting through moments of both their lives, and for now, one screen pauses on Mariko Aramaki. The look she gives him borders on imperious, and caring, and a little angry. It keeps shifting back and forth between her in Recolle, brown hair that nearly matches Togusa's, and her duplicate, with purple, unnatural looking locks. The expression? Is the same.
"It's not.." Far less certain about it now, Togusa looks down.