My God. This is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. This is absolutely the fanfiction I wanted to read after I watched the Naoe-and-Takaya-hotel-bar scene. No matter how he clutches at duty, the only lifeline that saves him from nights like these, bitter, self-absorbed, irony-laced angst is inevitably Naoe's lot! ;) Poor boy, submerged so deeply in his guilt.

I love the "storehouse of justifications" and especially Naoe's favorite. Convoluted suits him, doesn't it?

Thanks for a beautiful contribution to the MoB fandom!

I'm surprised more people haven't reviewed this fic! It's really good!

Naoe always comes across as too controlled--liable to snap at any moment. A string too taut. An overtuned instrument, as it were.

The metaphysical and ethical implications of the Possessors' work are fascinating, aren't they? The amateur philosopher in me squees at the truths of this.

Speaking of fangirlism--aarinfantasy is /subbing/ the OVAs!! More MoB for me to frenzy on...*grins*

First review!! ::ignores the fact that as editor she should have waited for others to review first, because she's too damn eager about this fic::
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::huggles fic::
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Your greatest talent is holding characters' voices true, making them resonate. In the setting and tone of the story you've woven, it makes it easy for me to recall hearing Takaya's words in the show.
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Then--and this is where the magic occurs--because everything around it is correct, the story serves for the reader as the Scotch served for Naoe, and his voice and his thoughts spring to life. Even though the lines are your own, I can hear him wrapping his voice to them.
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Bravi, bravi, Sorcha dear.
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~Thirteenth Nightengale