[Even after the disastrous collapse of his own Disturbance, there had been a part of Ango that didn't want to leave. It might have been a dreamscape built on his own failures and insecurities, but in a way, his failures and insecurities were familiar. Comfortable, even.
Ango desperately wants a cigarette, if only to keep his mouth from twisting into an ugly grimace. If his own Night Terror was exorcised, then why does it feel like she's still haunting him? Even his purification attack carries traces of her.
The brat's probably going to carry that evil twin with him for a long time, too.]
Yeah... I get it, kid.
[It feels wrong to send Amane back to a life where he's suffered so much, but at least there's hope on that side. There's a chance that things can change.
Ango stares up at the sky and watches stars fall like a rain of light.]
Oh, hey, look at all those shooting stars. Better make a wish.
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Ango desperately wants a cigarette, if only to keep his mouth from twisting into an ugly grimace. If his own Night Terror was exorcised, then why does it feel like she's still haunting him? Even his purification attack carries traces of her.
The brat's probably going to carry that evil twin with him for a long time, too.]
Yeah... I get it, kid.
[It feels wrong to send Amane back to a life where he's suffered so much, but at least there's hope on that side. There's a chance that things can change.
Ango stares up at the sky and watches stars fall like a rain of light.]
Oh, hey, look at all those shooting stars. Better make a wish.