[That's what worries him. That he hadn't known to worry.
But the crisp air is refreshing and and makes those muddied thoughts somehow smaller and more endurable. Tsukasa slowly edges toward the end of the carpet to peek over the cityscape. He doesn't know whether to be terrified or exhilarated.]
The wishes of the people feel like scraps of irony~
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But the crisp air is refreshing and and makes those muddied thoughts somehow smaller and more endurable. Tsukasa slowly edges toward the end of the carpet to peek over the cityscape. He doesn't know whether to be terrified or exhilarated.]
The wishes of the people feel like scraps of irony~