Settling on the divan that had appeared - he had no idea how - the day before, Harlock grimaced - his eye, his face, still ached something terrible - and looked towards the wide windows that walled almost the entire room.
"Don't you think this is a little overdramatic?" Harlock asked, looking out at the brilliant, eye-smarting flashes of purple and blue lightning lashing through the deep purple-black clouds that billowed around the ship, sailing itself through dead space.
Do you not think it suits our mood? Our being? Tochiro whispered through his mind, the ship groaning around him, and the lights dimming to a reddish glow.
Mood Lightning (Captain Harlock; Harlock & Arcadia!Tochiro)
"Don't you think this is a little overdramatic?" Harlock asked, looking out at the brilliant, eye-smarting flashes of purple and blue lightning lashing through the deep purple-black clouds that billowed around the ship, sailing itself through dead space.
Do you not think it suits our mood? Our being? Tochiro whispered through his mind, the ship groaning around him, and the lights dimming to a reddish glow.