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- “All those years with the Susano’o Unit made you a pussy, huh, Jin Kisaragi?!”
- Terumi laughed, his voice as unpleasant as the soundless presence of a crawling snake. He'd snarled out a name that Hakumen had long left in the past. A name that should only be known by a select few, and cannot exist now.
- Immediately, a chill came down Hakumen's spine.
- “...you scumbag.”
- “Eh, don’t get me wrong! I don’t know any more than that. It ain’t like I’m predicting the future!”
- Terumi hurriedly waved both hands at the intimidating Hakumen, mocking his tone of voice. He then tucked back his chin, and his smile grew even wider while his red tongue poked out.
- “You get me? I'm here, and you're over there... we're standing in slightly different places. I don't know how things will end this time... you're from the other side of this world, so I bet you know a lot more than I do.”
- “This time—?”
- The use of his old name and the odd invocation of an “other side” put Hakumen on edge.
- He held his head down, feeling his mind overrun with noise, like he had seen something he should not have. The feeling seeped into Hakumen's memories like a drug being pushed through a syringe.
- None of this was memories, or Hakumen's experiences... but information. Fragments of data, recorded and managed by something other than Hakumen's brain.
- Numerous scenes grazed his head like noise, showing tens of thousands of images in rapid-fire.
- Building burnings…
- Freezing rooms…
- Someone's face…
- He did not recognize any of it.
- Even though he should have.
- “Hehehehe... hey, buddy, tell me something. How many times have you been here? Huh? How many fuckin' loops does that make?”
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