No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
The title gets Koa to snicker, which he quickly attempts to stifle into an undignified snort. He's beginning to think he'll lose his mind if he looks at any more book spines, the letters blurring together into a collection of nonsense words. He's read more about diseases in the past hour than he'd ever have cared to in his entire life, and while it's given him a great deal more respect for people working in the medical field (and thoroughly upset his stomach), he's still none the wiser re: Space Demon God Shit.
"Like myths and stuff? Maybe," Koa agrees to Zavien's suggestion, though there's no real hope in his voice. "This way," he directs the other Dragoon, abandoning their stuffy shelf in pursuit of another. "This reminds me of school - writing book reports. Did they make you read Everything in Order: a Retrospective On the Voice, too? I always kinda thought it was made up - the whole idea of a robot goddess who thought she could challenge Caido." But the reality of it had been monumental and terrible. Every Breaker remembers where they were, the day the Tower fell.
"Like myths and stuff? Maybe," Koa agrees to Zavien's suggestion, though there's no real hope in his voice. "This way," he directs the other Dragoon, abandoning their stuffy shelf in pursuit of another. "This reminds me of school - writing book reports. Did they make you read Everything in Order: a Retrospective On the Voice, too? I always kinda thought it was made up - the whole idea of a robot goddess who thought she could challenge Caido." But the reality of it had been monumental and terrible. Every Breaker remembers where they were, the day the Tower fell.
Koa
