[If so, I wonder where He was at night? In your dreams, you can meet Him.
the lyrics settle in buzen's memory - and with them, the rest of the scenery sweeps in like the ocean tide. the dream is already churning when itsuki is there. a castle by the sea. people dressed in white. the scent of the ocean spray and - blood. though at least for now, it is only old, dry blood that stains the castle's walls and floors. a battle happened here.
and a battle will be happening here.
some of the people dressed in white are on their knees, praying. others are scrambling for weapons, for ways to defend themselves. already some begin to cry and plead - women and children included because this war does not discriminate. their faces are already gaunt, a little hollow from the lack of food.
there is only one thing that will tide them over now. their murmurs of 'paraiso' - their paradise.
the resounding echo of a war horn cuts through everything and only then will itsuki be able to find buzen if he looks over the castle precipice - that familiar uniform of green alongside another. matsui at his side, eyes wide and terrified. buzen's own expression fixed only on him, then forward. he doesn't quite catch sight of itsuki just yet - he has only the mission.
and as the siege begins, those Christians and peasants in white painting the castle again with a fresh coat of blood, it becomes increasingly clear: the mission is a slaughter.]
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In your dreams, you can meet Him.
the lyrics settle in buzen's memory - and with them, the rest of the scenery sweeps in like the ocean tide. the dream is already churning when itsuki is there. a castle by the sea. people dressed in white. the scent of the ocean spray and - blood. though at least for now, it is only old, dry blood that stains the castle's walls and floors. a battle happened here.
and a battle will be happening here.
some of the people dressed in white are on their knees, praying. others are scrambling for weapons, for ways to defend themselves. already some begin to cry and plead - women and children included because this war does not discriminate. their faces are already gaunt, a little hollow from the lack of food.
there is only one thing that will tide them over now. their murmurs of 'paraiso' - their paradise.
the resounding echo of a war horn cuts through everything and only then will itsuki be able to find buzen if he looks over the castle precipice - that familiar uniform of green alongside another. matsui at his side, eyes wide and terrified. buzen's own expression fixed only on him, then forward. he doesn't quite catch sight of itsuki just yet - he has only the mission.
and as the siege begins, those Christians and peasants in white painting the castle again with a fresh coat of blood, it becomes increasingly clear: the mission is a slaughter.]