[Komaeda nods to Garry, smiling and extending a hand, pointing his index and middle fingers directly at him. And then the smile vanishes, replaced by a look of utter seriousness and concentration, the tips of his fingers glowing blue. When he speaks next, it's not in a normal tone; it's more of an incantation, the words a cadence.]
My name is Nagito Komaeda. Grasping thy true name, I bind thee here. With borrowed name, I dub thee my servant. [Even as he speaks, he's drawing his fingers through the air, forming the correct kanji with each movement. Consciously, he's only half aware of what he's doing; the part of him that is a god is operating on an instinct that goes beyond thought.] The name answers, the vessel to sound. I call thee as my divine instrument. The name, Garry. The vessel, Da. Come, Daki!
[And, with Garry's name shimmering in the air, Komaeda holds out his hand. Somehow, he knows that Garry's vessel will become something for him to hold, and he's waiting for the weight of it in his hand.]
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My name is Nagito Komaeda. Grasping thy true name, I bind thee here. With borrowed name, I dub thee my servant. [Even as he speaks, he's drawing his fingers through the air, forming the correct kanji with each movement. Consciously, he's only half aware of what he's doing; the part of him that is a god is operating on an instinct that goes beyond thought.] The name answers, the vessel to sound. I call thee as my divine instrument. The name, Garry. The vessel, Da. Come, Daki!
[And, with Garry's name shimmering in the air, Komaeda holds out his hand. Somehow, he knows that Garry's vessel will become something for him to hold, and he's waiting for the weight of it in his hand.]