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sensitIV - SATURDAY NOON PST

[ The bar is unit-colored with light unit paraphernalia, although it's all just for show. Fortunately, comfort isn't part of the unit aesthetic this time—all seats are cushioned, whether the booth seats or the bar stools, comfy and lush. Idols can sit anywhere they like, it seems.

There's alcohol available, but everything else is locked behind the wall-cabinet. . . the recipe book is also available to peruse at one's leisure.

Ah—the door opens, and a fuzzy sort of shade steps in. It looks like idols will be serving the Damned, today. . . ? ]

RECIPE BOOK

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Then save any answer until you can say for sure. Otherwise, it might just turn into a lie, right?

What I'm saying is, I'm here now.

[ he's not giving Izanagi grief for this. ]

... and we come back to me wishing I had a snack on me to share. But I told Freya we'd get cake later. You're welcome to the offer too.

Ahh, cake could be fun.

It could be.

... You told me people had done worse than me. With Hatsune. My actions leading to her death that day. [ digging that up a little? yes. ] ... And I can say from experience some of us can see an unjust life and ugly circumstances that push people to things they aren't proud of.

[ maybe it suits that his memory had been one of accepting someone violent and desperate - and Izanagi's had been this. ]

...

I'm not looking for forgiveness, you know.

I’m not the one to give it.

[ Izanagi didn’t spill this in desperation for it, but…

it’s an injustice with more injustice as context, and that matters. ]

Only you can decide that. Anything I say will be noise.