[His eyes dart from one miraculously appearing item to the next. It should be reassuring. Mikado has gotten almost too good at this believing crap. He's doing alright here. It's not though, and Masaomi hates himself for that. The more Mikado conjures up with that effortless bravado, the harder Masaomi's own uselessness slaps him in the face.
Of course, the more useless he feels, the more useless he becomes. In his hands, the power of belief is nothing but a handicap.]
You've gotten pretty good at this. I didn't think...
[He trails off, not sure what he's trying to say himself. Maybe he just thought none of this, neither of them, would turn out this way.]
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Of course, the more useless he feels, the more useless he becomes. In his hands, the power of belief is nothing but a handicap.]
You've gotten pretty good at this. I didn't think...
[He trails off, not sure what he's trying to say himself. Maybe he just thought none of this, neither of them, would turn out this way.]