"With love as my weapon and trust as my armor," he says, immediately, without hesitation.
Then he clarifies. "There's a - a device, a weapon, that we stole from the aliens. Huge enough that we needed to put it in it's own Creche, with it's own generator, and it needs two people to work it. One is the Pilot, who crawls into one of its Cradles and falls asleep, dreaming of victory, calling on the spirit of those they care for as weapons and armor. One's the Anchor, who keeps us from drifting off. Keeps us grounded. Wakes us up, and shrinks our head."
His smile gets painful. "You don't have to be involved with your Anchor, but it helps. Last thing I remember before getting here was Yuuki breaking up with me. And..."
He shakes his head. "And frankly I deserved it, but that's not important right now."
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Date: 2016-11-21 03:55 am (UTC)Then he clarifies. "There's a - a device, a weapon, that we stole from the aliens. Huge enough that we needed to put it in it's own Creche, with it's own generator, and it needs two people to work it. One is the Pilot, who crawls into one of its Cradles and falls asleep, dreaming of victory, calling on the spirit of those they care for as weapons and armor. One's the Anchor, who keeps us from drifting off. Keeps us grounded. Wakes us up, and shrinks our head."
His smile gets painful. "You don't have to be involved with your Anchor, but it helps. Last thing I remember before getting here was Yuuki breaking up with me. And..."
He shakes his head. "And frankly I deserved it, but that's not important right now."