“Ah! But what doth one say to such an idea?”
Gentaro begins to dramatically monologue, leaning against Jyuto.
“Tis an honor, yet such responsibility, nay? One drawn to dusk, the other drawn to dawn. Star-crossed loneliness... Tis lovely all alone here, one doth think whilst thee other doth think how wonderful it t’would be to be with the other.
Alone. .
Alone . . .
Alone . . .
Apart, afar, near and dear.”
A dramatic twirl away from Jyuto now. Flourished bow, coy lil smirk given up to the officer. Gentaro stands upright now, then points upwards towards the ceiling with a big sleeve. Then slowly lowers it as he talks.
“Stars befallen, hearts torn....... Battles settled, lands reunited. Divided.”
Twirls! Bows. Stands up again. Rolls a hand around dramatically.
“Tis the thread of fate, spun ever so delicately. Shall there be tears? Laughs? How shall this end, how shalt this go, doth thee think~?”