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I have a delivery for Igarashi Kagerou.”And so, Fenix remains; stripped of its name, of the glorious ship which fell into the harbor, shattering into fragments children still cut their feet on as they dip their feet into the water on a hot Summer day. You could paint the current buildings Blue Bird use with endless coats of paint, and it’d still reek of whatever Fenix was in the end. They’re lucky, he supposes, that they get to simply go on—trials would have been uncomfortable times in the spotlight, and civilians are prone to forgive as long as they get something out of it. Or perhaps it is the urge to move on, to abandon everything which feels like a gaping wound.“Erm, are you sure? We have an Igarashi Daiji, but no Kagerou.”“Isn’t that his demon? You know, the man who wears black,” the second guard asks out loud, and surely, Blue Bird could put some sort of effort into their pitiful security, “either way it should be fine if we bring that to him, right?”Underneath the delivery cap he wears, Orteca lets out a soft sigh. “And then who would be guarding the entrance?”