[ The turn of the millennium was a different time. Probably a better time, based on the snippets of Symphogear history we get. ]
Then I suppose we had best hope these things were built to last. [ Planned obsolescence is a bitch, Abbacchio.
Peeking into the room behind him, Carol sighs and draws a circle in the air with her finger, a red sigil forming in its wake which then ignites a small fire, enough to at least light up the path before them. ]
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Then I suppose we had best hope these things were built to last. [ Planned obsolescence is a bitch, Abbacchio.
Peeking into the room behind him, Carol sighs and draws a circle in the air with her finger, a red sigil forming in its wake which then ignites a small fire, enough to at least light up the path before them. ]
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