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"...sou da ne sou da ne. Anata ga taereba sumu koto da kara. Sou yatte sou yatte jibun o gomakashitsuzukete. FURAI AWEI FURAI AWEI mou no hou kara SAIN o okuru yo. Tsuyogaru bakari ja tsukareru desho..."
Oh yes. Oh yes. Everything will be fine if you just put up with it. Please do that. Please do that. Please keep deceiving yourself.
Fly away. Fly away. I will send some signs to you this time. If you keep acting so tough, you'll tire yourself out, you know?
Talon's tiny room was unlike any other tiny room within the consummate bleached propaganda farm, for all four walls were painted black, the siding had become victim to multiple coats of a metallic silver sheen.
The square windows, every window in the house, was draped over with heavy black velvet curtains that she practically stapled there, all but the set veiling her bedroom windowpanes. Her window was swung open, her slender ivory legs dangling over its edge. Her own ear buds shoved into her ears, blasted Yuzuki Yukari's newest cover, "Hurting for a Very Hurtful Pain." Today, as she witnessed a boy casually strolling down the street, after picking up a thin but heavy stone she'd found laying in the side of the main road, Talon decided that something was going to happen.
She was going to start a fight. With all her strength, Talon Day threw the stone at the boy.