#moonmessenger

        Zoisite frowned, taking in the blood. He was no medic, but it did not look good, regardless. Maybe a concussion. The strawberry-blond tucked a piece of wayward hair behind his ear.

        “And this is why strategists should never be called into battle. We best serve outside the front lines.” He could see something in her eyes though. Was it regret? Regret she could not fight as well as the others?

Experience is merely the name men give to their mistakes. / @moonmessenger

               ❛ I know that much, Mizuno-san. That’s why, sometimes, lyin’ is easier if it’ll spare people pain. I don’t like causing that. ❜    He knows the pain of the truth firsthand, has experienced it tenfold — his Sight ensures that he is aware of what he has done and will do, after all, regardless of what it may do to his emotional state. It is the one thing Masaru has never been able to control, even in the past lives. Yet — it is also the one thing he does not wish to, not if he can spare others such suffering.    Coffee-tones glance at the blue-haired messenger across the table, twiddling thumbs. He isn’t sure why that had been the start of their conversation, nor what the discussion will entail.