[Getting up, he reaches for the old-fashioned one, scooping it up in his hand and sitting back. Drawing his legs up, he rests it against his knee and starts to read through it. He hasn't seen this kind of writing in years... No, in centuries, even.
But if there is a way to fix Karasu's memory, he wants to know about it. He can't hide it if he doesn't.]
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[Getting up, he reaches for the old-fashioned one, scooping it up in his hand and sitting back. Drawing his legs up, he rests it against his knee and starts to read through it. He hasn't seen this kind of writing in years... No, in centuries, even.
But if there is a way to fix Karasu's memory, he wants to know about it. He can't hide it if he doesn't.]