[For Takatora]

[warintheextreme]

This is turning out to be much more interesting than I ever anticipated.

As I have made quite clear to everyone involved in the project- I am an intellectual. A scientist. Non-violent by nature. And anyway, the main reason I signed on to head the technology sector of this project was to provide a measure of protection to the citizens of the city.

I mean it when I say I don't want to see any innocents hurt, never mind killed.

Takatora has asked me, more than once now, to increase the pace on the secondary Driver project, the follow-up to the prototype Sengoku Driver.

I smirk to myself, as ever feeling maybe just a tad bit egocentric and flush with potentially unwarrantaed self-importance...

Then again, I did design the device entirely on my own, and build all seven of them, from scratch, by hand.

There is a technology department at Yggdrasill. I'm a part of it, a ranking member even. But this project is sensitive enough that I jumped at the position, knowing full well that I wouldn't have to work with any of my scientific peers.

It's my project. My work.

This new Driver will be no different.

Though I am still unsure, as the blueprints are finished and I've begun building the first model, if I trust it enough to let Takatora be the first to use one.

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[zangetsurider]

He grabs at my arm, and I gaze, almost glare, down at his grip, but I do not shake my arm away. I merely sigh, heavily, and then glance up toward his face, trying to catch his gaze with my own.

"And when you went into Helheim unassisted, without informing anyone, even me, that was acceptable?" My voice is low, cold, deadly serious.

It raises, keeping its knife edge, and getting louder, while remaining just as cold. "When I had to be notified by a rookie night shift nobody that you went in there, alone, with nothing but an archaic weapon?"

I turn to face him properly, leaning forward a bit, almost looming over him, where he sits in his damn chair at his damn computer.

"When I barely got to you in time. When you could have died." My voice actually breaks, the first time it has in years, longer than I can remember.

I shake his hand off my arm, and grab at his arm in turn, my grip hard enough to bruise. "I could have lost you."

I, not the project. Me.

[warintheextreme]

I seriously cannot believe he's bringing that up now, in this context, like he has any right to it.

I roll my eyes sharply and pull my hand away from his arm, turning my attention back to my work. If he's going to be so obtuse as to not realize what is wrong with his statement just now, well, it's not my responsibility to explain it to him.

Only I can't just leave it at that, so while I work, I sigh.

"The difference, Takatora, is that you got incredibly angry at me over that mistake, and I have not yet repeated it and indeed would not dare to do so. So it's fine for you to go in there by yourself, but not me? Archaic," I scoff at that, he has no idea, "Weapon or not."

[zangetsurider]

"Yes." I state, simply, almost... no, yes, quietly, as I move away.

Hand back in my pockets.

Face turned to the wall.

"It's not okay for you to do so."

You are too important.

[warintheextreme]

I look up when he moves away from me. I can just feel it, as he's increasing the distance between us, and it's enough to catch my attention and make me look up.

"Takatora... You're not making any sense."