[ Her brows knitted together and her teeth clamped down on the inside of her lip as she listened. He couldn't remember details; that told her a lot of how horrible it must have been, for his mind to have since blocked him from remembering things entirely.
Shiro had been a fighter in such a setting, an arena. If she thought about it more, she'd think about how he must have had to fight so hard to survive against beings he didn't even know existed when he'd first left Earth, how he must have had to do some awful things to stay in the right.
But all she could think about was how the Shiro she knows was such a kind, gentle person - that didn't dserve any of what had happened to him. Who was still such a kind, gentle person in spite of what happened to him. Her gaze shifted and found Shiro's hand - the one on his prosthetic arm, looked at his fingers and the joints and how all of that was alien. ]
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Shiro had been a fighter in such a setting, an arena. If she thought about it more, she'd think about how he must have had to fight so hard to survive against beings he didn't even know existed when he'd first left Earth, how he must have had to do some awful things to stay in the right.
But all she could think about was how the Shiro she knows was such a kind, gentle person - that didn't dserve any of what had happened to him. Who was still such a kind, gentle person in spite of what happened to him. Her gaze shifted and found Shiro's hand - the one on his prosthetic arm, looked at his fingers and the joints and how all of that was alien. ]
Was your arm... one of their experiments on you?