[h3][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kOSNIIx5u_U]Sato Hashimoto // GAME-OVER Arcade[/url][/h3]	Sato was glad Mako wasn't exactly confident about whatever the hell this was that they were doing, but he couldn't help but frown at Mako's thoughts on the mirror world. "I agree, but... maybe it's just me, but you never quite get used to how it feels. This whole thing feels like a dream, but I don't think I want to wake up from it... Kind of like you..." Sato said, unsure of what he was really saying. He didn't want to stop talking, keep the conversation where it was. Whatever they had now, Sato would be glad to cling onto it, but that's not how people worked. Fate had a way with moving on, and time was a train that didn't wait. In other words, there was no reward worth having free from risk. 

Sato felt like he had to say something, but the words he knew couldn't express what he felt. That was okay, though, because Mako found something worth saying, and as he listened, it was like falling from a building. Except instead of the ground, Mako waited for him at the bottom. The air felt like it was rushing despite the stagnancy, his heart rate pounding faster than it ever did before.
	
"It's so loud in here, Mako. I have so much to say right now and all I can hear are these stupid arcade machines." Sato still couldn't look at the other boy. He knew that he wouldn't be able to think if he tried to, and saying what he had to say right now was too important. "Everything changed when I joined the investigation team, and then everything changed again when I met you, Mako. I'm so sick of change, I'm sick of this god damn cult, and I'm sick of risking my life for people I've never met. But... If it meant spending another day with you, I'd do it all again. I want to make one last change with you."

That was all he could think to say, but it still felt like not enough, so Sato mustered all his courage and fell into Mako, wrapping his arms around him.

"We've never seen eachother's shadows... but thank you for trusting me, Mako. Thank you for giving me a chance." Sato whispered, just loud enough for Mako to hear. His fingers clutched onto the back of Mako's shirt, afraid of fate taking it all away. The moments passing felt too short and too long at the same time, in the same way long days melted into short years. 
	
"The moon isn't full or new or anything tonight, but do you want to watch it with me tonight? I don't want you to leave me today." Sato broke away, smiling to himself like the love-struck idiot he was. He felt the tears running down from his eyes, and rubbed them away with the heel of his hand. "Sorry, I just... I don't know what I'm saying anymore. Just... just tell me what to say, Mako. Let's talk some more."

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