Thread:Swampcloud51/@comment-36159587-20190515005337/@comment-36159587-20190520035929

 Galaxian had been wearing an emotional mask that depicted how he would have felt before...everything. Even though seeing Kenshin had caused a bit of the mental mask to crack, it was still intact, and gradually repairing itself.

 He felt...he didn't know how he felt. Even though before he would have noted some small features that he immediately liked and preferred, such as the slight dark blue tint of the light that was reflected and refracted by the glass at certain angles, and how it would be bright and light in the day and completely dark in the night, and even the nature of the surprise itself, of there being a home prepared for him, right now all he could think of was the thinness of the walls, and how close this room was to Kenshin's and Rune's, and Rina's.

 A monster was killing him, and it was his own heart, devouring itself whole piece by piece.

 He didn't need the mask physically when it was already there for him.

 "It's great. I need to remember to thank them," he went.