[ What Hibiki sees, she keeps to herself. But her breathing returns to normal. So does her posture. She closes her eyes, pauses: she's calm. It's such a good feeling, to be calm. This is how she should always be.
Then she tips her head down. ] There's something to that argument.
[ So much something, that as it solidifies and she starts calculating the sort of present she could give her fans - for what are followers, after all, but a god's fans? - that would wipe sentence enders clear out of their heads, she adopts the idea as something worthy of her having thought of it.
A thought conceived to assist Shikyoin Hibiki is essentially near the same level as a thought conceived by Shikyoin Hibiki, when all's said and done. ]
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Then she tips her head down. ] There's something to that argument.
[ So much something, that as it solidifies and she starts calculating the sort of present she could give her fans - for what are followers, after all, but a god's fans? - that would wipe sentence enders clear out of their heads, she adopts the idea as something worthy of her having thought of it.
A thought conceived to assist Shikyoin Hibiki is essentially near the same level as a thought conceived by Shikyoin Hibiki, when all's said and done. ]