A year.
[Kyouya writes the words with some care. It doesn't seem possible, but he knows it is. He's kept an eye on the days carefully.]
To the day, I have been in this place for a year.
[Friends have come and gone. There've been arguments and reconciliations. He's confided in some and lied to others.]
I suppose I've finally accepted that this isn't a dream.
-Otori
[He'll spend most of the day responding. For his crew, well, he doesn't really leave his cabin. They can manage by themselves for now.
What he does do is draw.
It takes most of the day. His "paints" are converted from Kaoru and Hikaru's colored pencils, one of the only things from the original ship he kept.
By the time he's done, though, there's a picture in the journal.]
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[Kyouya writes the words with some care. It doesn't seem possible, but he knows it is. He's kept an eye on the days carefully.]
To the day, I have been in this place for a year.
[Friends have come and gone. There've been arguments and reconciliations. He's confided in some and lied to others.]
I suppose I've finally accepted that this isn't a dream.
-Otori
[He'll spend most of the day responding. For his crew, well, he doesn't really leave his cabin. They can manage by themselves for now.
What he does do is draw.
It takes most of the day. His "paints" are converted from Kaoru and Hikaru's colored pencils, one of the only things from the original ship he kept.
By the time he's done, though, there's a picture in the journal.]
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