Kagami
Ezra uncrossed his legs.
The stick had been leaning against the desk beside him. Dark wood, weathered at the grip, taller than a cane. He picked it up the way someone grabs an umbrella on their way out.
"Eleven seconds, Kagami-san." He stood. "You hesitated."
"Killed your dove."
"She wasn't mine." Ezra looked at OG's chair. At the tangerine juice drying on her fingertips. He looked away. "She was always yours."
The tendrils hardened down Kagami's forearm and biomass locked across the knuckles.
"You think that resolves your sin?" Kagami said as he readied into stance.
"No, it does not."
Kagami closed the distance.
Ezra tapped the stick on the floor and the office disappeared.
Kagami's foot hit grass. Afternoon light came from cloudy skies and wind replaced the sickly coffee aroma, carrying the drone of a highway overpass somewhere beyond the tree-line.
