[ The man here stands out, standing at a height over 200cm in a tight white and purple flight suit flecked with blood. Not only that, but he's got a metal helmet covering his face, the slits in the front where his eyes would be glowing an eerie green.
The worst part might be the mark in the front of the mask, right dead center between his "eyes." Kind of like someone tried to shoot him.
So he makes a pretty picture, next to the similarly strange looking doorman. But he's only giving the doll a tilted look, a second look to a crushed doll near his feet, and then is looking over the message. ]
The more you take, the more you leave behind. [ His voice is filtered, and distant sounding. As if he's really considering the words written on the paper. ] More than they know. Should we truly be here?
[ The first part was to himself, but now he's definitely talking to you. Looks like their warning struck a chord with him.
(If you need a saviour, he'll be your white-clad hero— ) ]
FOUR.
My childhood, that's what you'd like to know of? The most important moments were spent with others. Were you the same way?
Gaelio Bauduin / Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans
The worst part might be the mark in the front of the mask, right dead center between his "eyes." Kind of like someone tried to shoot him.
So he makes a pretty picture, next to the similarly strange looking doorman. But he's only giving the doll a tilted look, a second look to a crushed doll near his feet, and then is looking over the message. ]
The more you take, the more you leave behind. [ His voice is filtered, and distant sounding. As if he's really considering the words written on the paper. ] More than they know. Should we truly be here?
[ The first part was to himself, but now he's definitely talking to you. Looks like their warning struck a chord with him.
(If you need a saviour, he'll be your white-clad hero— ) ]
FOUR.