The City of the Specter, Atem's Palace

[metagame]

The corpse sinks to the floor
Even the brightest gold, even the sharpest blade
Becomes sand, becomes dust

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[prozaic]

[Just barely, honestly. Just enough to pull Haruka's hand from his shoulder. And then he reaches up to do the same to the other hand.]

I think I've been out of my mind for far, far too long. Don't you think?

[No context theatre, here.]

[townmusician]

[...Ah.]

...So, is this the "real" you?

[And now they're just sitting here, holding hands. Haruka shifts, but he doesn't try to pull away.]

Should I be concerned? Or nah?

[prozaic]

I don't know what you mean.

[He gives Haruka a pat on the shoulder, then stands. Takes a deep breath.]

[townmusician]

Yeah, real convincing.

[He's not buying it, but whatever. It's not his problem unless he's going to put a knife in his gut, but... even that is like. Whatever.]

But I can play along.

[prozaic]

Whatever you'd like, Haruka! You're a free person, after all.