[Maybe you want to talk.]
"What is this... a pre-surgery talk?"
John stared at the gently rotating windmill in the distance, with dozens of black and red objects evenly distributed in the deeper sky.
The Starlink is getting close.
John maximized the magnification of his artificial eye, and could even capture the billowing smoke and the air distorted by high temperatures.
A ripple jumped across the front car window.
[You can think of it that way.]
Kenichi Sora's voice remained calm, even though it had just turned the city upside down.
"Do you know?"
John squinted, leaning on his arm. "If I had known this was going to happen today, I wouldn't have let you out of that damned server."
He waved to interrupt the line bouncing on the glass.
"Listen, I want to live, but I didn't intend to take a city down with me. In fact, I even feel that survival is a personal matter. I'm a Lone Wolf, and I don't want to bear any responsibility; it exhausts me..."
