[It's ticklish this time, the brush of those lips, and Komaeda hums softly, more at the feeling than the words at first, but those register and he has to agree.
Like Yao. He hates that there are so many parallels. CERES seems less overtly vicious at times, and at least they don't keep everyone on the brink of death at any moment, but still...
He wonders about storage. Or back to some source code. Or else slumbering somewhere in some other coma-like state because everything is virtual reality it's VR all the way down.]
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Like Yao. He hates that there are so many parallels. CERES seems less overtly vicious at times, and at least they don't keep everyone on the brink of death at any moment, but still...
He wonders about storage. Or back to some source code. Or else slumbering somewhere in some other coma-like state because everything is virtual reality it's VR all the way down.]
Somehow it's hard to think about.