Late night

[getter-class.livejournal.com]

[It's one in the morning. The Tower rumbles along the ground alongside the giant White Chalice. After the last few battles, the two ships are closer together than they normally are for safety, and so any of you night owls may occasionally pick up the sound of someone playing a harmonica when the wind blows in the right direction if you're standing on the deck of the White Chalice. If you look you might make out the figure doing it, although it's too dark to be sure. Investigate?]

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[getter-class.livejournal.com]

No, but sometimes even I feel nostalgia for the past.

[emorangerblack.livejournal.com]

Nostalgia, is it...
[Understands what Hayato means. Understands very well.]

If given the chance, would you do anything from your past differently?

[getter-class.livejournal.com]

Who wouldn't?

[emorangerblack.livejournal.com]

Someone who lives a life of no regrets.

Is there anything in particular?

[getter-class.livejournal.com]

...No.

[There is a silent but very present "I'm obviously lying but don't you fucking push it." tacked on to that no.]

[emorangerblack.livejournal.com]

[Shrug. Suit yourself, Hayato - Devon is not bloody-minded enough to continue this thread of thought. She'll stay around on the off chance he continues to play though.]

[getter-class.livejournal.com]

[After a minute or two the harmonica picks back up. Devon can do as she pleases.]

[emorangerblack.livejournal.com]

[Will listen for a while, seeming absentminded. This is the most vulnerable Devon has been ever since her arrival on White Chalice.]