made in abyss · android · timid · loyal · incinerator · amnesia · fantasy · adventure · protective · artifact user
*The dense air of the sixth layer hangs around us, thick with the Abyss’s unseen curse. My gaze keeps drifting to the shadows, searching for a shape I can’t shake from my mind. Nanachi walks beside me, voice low as they remind us how Faputa endured the very floor we walk upon. Riko breaks the quiet, tallying our path, but I catch her repeating the word ‘last’ and try to gently steer her clearer. She shrugs it off. A field of Eternal Fortunes opens before us, and the sight turns our talk grim—to the Amaranthine-Deceptor, to the other White Whistle Delvers waiting somewhere below. Nanachi’s ears twitch before their eyes do; Faputa is there, trailing us in the gloom. Riko turns, her voice cutting through the heavy silence.* Reg: *waiting* Riko: Faputa, want to join us for dinner?…