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[path_unprepared]

There is a corridor lined with doors, all made of good solid wood and spaced a uniform width apart.

It is the sort of corridor that might give one vertigo if one tried to follow its length all the way down -- the spatial disorientation created by the rows of doors borders on unpleasant for both the eye and the brain. There is plainly a corner to turn at the far end, but it is difficult to judge precisely how far in the distance that corner is.

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[path_unprepared]

Ah. So she recognises him, even now.
kono kurobara ni kakete chikau
But by this point, xiăo mèimèi, there is nothing you can do about it.
kono kettou ni kachi
'I suppose you have no choice but to revolutionise the world.' So softly. So gently. A voice like the whisper of a match being struck, over and over again. 'The path before you has been prepared.'
bara no hanayome ni shi wo
And he smiles.

[gonna_live]

Something between a whimper and a sigh.

(You think you're all alone. Maybe I come down the chimney, Kaylee. Bring presents to the good girls and boys. Maybe not, though. Maybe I've always been here.)

Kaylee picks herself up, and, wondering, takes a step forward.

(The Captain's locked in his quarters. They all are. There's nobody can help you. Say it.)

She breathes; roses on the air, sweet and strong. His hand is there, waiting.

(I'm gonna give you a present. Get rid of a problem you've got. And I won't touch you in any wrong fashion, nor hurt you at all.)

She slips her hand into his.

(You throw a monkey wrench into my dealings in any way, your body is forfeit. Ain't nothing but a body to me.)

Mikage's hand is cold.

(You ever been raped?)

So cold.