[ "where you want to be" catches him, almost like a spell, and it's a couple seconds before he responds. ]
Home. [ And then, slightly weaker, ] Shibuya.
[ Because no matter how much he ignores it, no matter how much he pretends that everything is alright, he's a Composer. His city is a part of his Soul. His grabs to claim the space here were only partially to actually get control: a part of him is desperate, too desperate for words, to get back to his city. More than betrayal, more than trust, the one feeling that's been plaguing him since he arrived in Luceti, constantly, no matter how much he shoved it to the back of his mind, was homesickness.
And if Sanae offered him a way back and set up a trap behind it, Joshua would walk into it without a second thought. He'd already done it once here, anyway. ]
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Home. [ And then, slightly weaker, ] Shibuya.
[ Because no matter how much he ignores it, no matter how much he pretends that everything is alright, he's a Composer. His city is a part of his Soul. His grabs to claim the space here were only partially to actually get control: a part of him is desperate, too desperate for words, to get back to his city. More than betrayal, more than trust, the one feeling that's been plaguing him since he arrived in Luceti, constantly, no matter how much he shoved it to the back of his mind, was homesickness.
And if Sanae offered him a way back and set up a trap behind it, Joshua would walk into it without a second thought. He'd already done it once here, anyway. ]
You're still my Producer, right? Get me home.