[And minus a couple small differences, Sato is indistinguishable from any other human, buckling at the knees as expected.
Still, oddly, this isn't the first time a transfer of memories has happened to Sato, although not nearly so extensively. He'd glimpsed a memory of Nagai's, felt what he felt in that moment when their black ghosts' heads met.
This time what passes across: a small-town farm in California. War in the jungle, a rain of gunfire and explosions. Sheltered from the rain on a cold street. Pushing the controls to steer a plane down into a nosedive, straight into the city below, laughing.
And as he's drained dry, it's easy for Armand to feel the exact moment he goes dead and limp. So close to him, it's possible to hear the faintest burbling static-y crackle as color rises in his cheeks again, the punctures from Armand's fangs healing over almost instantaneously as life returns in less than a handful of seconds.]
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Still, oddly, this isn't the first time a transfer of memories has happened to Sato, although not nearly so extensively. He'd glimpsed a memory of Nagai's, felt what he felt in that moment when their black ghosts' heads met.
This time what passes across: a small-town farm in California. War in the jungle, a rain of gunfire and explosions. Sheltered from the rain on a cold street. Pushing the controls to steer a plane down into a nosedive, straight into the city below, laughing.
And as he's drained dry, it's easy for Armand to feel the exact moment he goes dead and limp. So close to him, it's possible to hear the faintest burbling static-y crackle as color rises in his cheeks again, the punctures from Armand's fangs healing over almost instantaneously as life returns in less than a handful of seconds.]
Whew!