[ Hmm, yeah. It's worrying, like looking in the mirror that day he contracted and recoiling at the sight of himself- like all the times people would recoil from him when they saw those same eyes, like how he almost takes a step back too, when he sees Minako's. His thoughts go to daemons, but seem to bypass the notion that it's Minako Arisato herself who stands before him, clinging to the old wish that she would never have to come here and be directly involved in the whole Nightfall business.
Instead, he wonders if he's staring back at somebody like him- who can change their appearance to anybody they want, and the person they chose is somebody who would affect him the most. How hateful. He would do the same.
And so, when his hands are free, Kano tentatively reaches out, and flicks Minako on the forehead. ]
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Instead, he wonders if he's staring back at somebody like him- who can change their appearance to anybody they want, and the person they chose is somebody who would affect him the most. How hateful. He would do the same.
And so, when his hands are free, Kano tentatively reaches out, and flicks Minako on the forehead. ]