[Likewise, D finds it odd a place of death--even if it happens to be a limbo, a purgatory--could hold the same notions of dying as being alive. The slaughter, however, is something with which D is familiar.
Pace slow, he picks his way through the attack with measured steps, the spurs on his boots the only noise announcing his journey. He had prepared for the attack, but had decided not to pursue the peculiar horseman as it sped toward the sea. If it's haunting this place, it'll return. He, more than anyone, knows that much is true.
The singing had come to him from far off, and though he hadn't followed it necessarily, he arrives to Hibiki all the same. He stops, listening and watching, and maybe looming like a wraith in all his dark clothes. He matches the image on the odd app, at least.]
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Pace slow, he picks his way through the attack with measured steps, the spurs on his boots the only noise announcing his journey. He had prepared for the attack, but had decided not to pursue the peculiar horseman as it sped toward the sea. If it's haunting this place, it'll return. He, more than anyone, knows that much is true.
The singing had come to him from far off, and though he hadn't followed it necessarily, he arrives to Hibiki all the same. He stops, listening and watching, and maybe looming like a wraith in all his dark clothes. He matches the image on the odd app, at least.]