Ghost, huh? Must be its model. Aoba’s hand drifted to his satchel as he continued to neglect his beer and considered waking Ren instead, only to be flummoxed by what came out of the robot’s mouth…er, speakers…next.
“Not precisely…?” Aoba repeated dumbly, right through Declan and Ghost addressing each other instead of him. This was an Aoba who had never encountered Toue, never learned the truth of his own existence. Instead of walking into a Rhyme drive-by he’d walked into a portal—and the rest had been history up until now.
He laughed clumsily when the other two paused, not all that sure what the misunderstanding was but obviously this was nothing but some kind of misunderstanding. “I don’t know anything about any Agents—” (that wasn’t any relation to being a ‘Chosen One’, was it?) “—but I’m definitely human.”
…though perhaps that begged the question: what was ‘human’ in this world? Someone like Declan? But most of those guys jeering at them looked like regular people as Aoba would expect people to look….
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“Not precisely…?” Aoba repeated dumbly, right through Declan and Ghost addressing each other instead of him. This was an Aoba who had never encountered Toue, never learned the truth of his own existence. Instead of walking into a Rhyme drive-by he’d walked into a portal—and the rest had been history up until now.
He laughed clumsily when the other two paused, not all that sure what the misunderstanding was but obviously this was nothing but some kind of misunderstanding. “I don’t know anything about any Agents—” (that wasn’t any relation to being a ‘Chosen One’, was it?) “—but I’m definitely human.”
…though perhaps that begged the question: what was ‘human’ in this world? Someone like Declan? But most of those guys jeering at them looked like regular people as Aoba would expect people to look….