Anasui pauses for a long second, milling the words over in his head, before he pulls what can only be described as a sour face.
"... Real-izes. You mean 'becomes real'. It just magically became real." If he had hands, Anasui would rub his temples but all he can do is bristle a little.
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"... Real-izes. You mean 'becomes real'. It just magically became real." If he had hands, Anasui would rub his temples but all he can do is bristle a little.
This was stupid.
"Right. Got it. Not useful."