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Kazuya sat cross legged in the Sensorium's recreation of the Hon-maru temple deep in meditation. The shrine in front of him remained untouched, but the scene behind him looked like a war zone. The usually large open and pristine hardwood floor was covered in large craters, and there were several holes in the ceiling where the cloudless night sky could be seen. The scene itself was oddly serene, considering it would take only a simple gesture on Kazuya's part to start a simulation where an army of androids would attack him.
For now though, he was simply meditating. So much had happened in the short time he had been on the ship. He had lost the driving cause he had to live; bringing his father to justice and ending his family's cursed bloodline. He had also lost the one thing keeping him sort of sane, the hope of finding his lover.
With so much on his mind, his other self was vying for control of him. He was outwardly calm and peaceful, but any psychics in the area would easily pick up on the vicious battle for control for his mind.
For now though, he was simply meditating. So much had happened in the short time he had been on the ship. He had lost the driving cause he had to live; bringing his father to justice and ending his family's cursed bloodline. He had also lost the one thing keeping him sort of sane, the hope of finding his lover.
With so much on his mind, his other self was vying for control of him. He was outwardly calm and peaceful, but any psychics in the area would easily pick up on the vicious battle for control for his mind.