I wouldn't say the irony is lost on me. The tables turned. The script flipped. Now I am the well worn glove, and those feelings he once used as a shield are left to rust.
[Damn those metaphors... but then again, it is Crow's Shadow. He really shouldn't be surprised at the poeticism of it all.
Crow would run a hand through his hair, but this damn helmet is in the way.]
I suppose that interaction with the other Ren was more upsetting than I cared to let on.
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[The Shadow smiles wryly.]
I wouldn't say the irony is lost on me. The tables turned. The script flipped. Now I am the well worn glove, and those feelings he once used as a shield are left to rust.
[Damn those metaphors... but then again, it is Crow's Shadow. He really shouldn't be surprised at the poeticism of it all.
Crow would run a hand through his hair, but this damn helmet is in the way.]
I suppose that interaction with the other Ren was more upsetting than I cared to let on.