[ It is. In the same way that his scars are still, blinked awake in the pristine incision Seishirou's smile casts upon them. Even-cornered, born of blood and symmetry, as pronounced as they day they were set.

One of the only things to escape their sleeping god's many eyes.

Subaru's single good one traces the motion in a well-modeled feint of acquiescence. Grim determination follows him in. ]

I can perform a ground breaking first. As for the wards... [ He studies the topology of the clinic in slow steps, familiarity in the hollow of its bones. Then again, Sumeragi Subaru has never lacked the ability to find familiarity in the strange shapes of corpses around him. ] It'd be better if I had a blade.

[ Despite the fact that he'd certainly need to go at the spiritual overgrowth like one would pathfind in the shadow of a neglected garden. ]

But I can make do.