Those last second to last two lines (?), "hoplessness is one eight centimeters . . .", and "But if despair has hope . . ." are absolutely perfect!

My God, I can't believe I've never reviewed this.

This is amazing. The scientific wording twist is SO amazingly done, I don't think I'll ever get over it.

I adored how you actually answered the color and windows questions, and showed off just how technical Reever is. The way you made it so obvious that Reever's profession has become pretty all that he has through the smelting of his vocabulary is just AHHH it's perfect.

Frankly, if I must say something. This fanfic was great.

However, those centimetres, cubics and etc has made me confused a tad (I know, I know, it is the appeal of this fanfic... but well... I guess this isn't one of those fanfics that you can simply sweep through You need functional brains to read and understand it)

The entire fic has this strange, ghostly feel to it. The way you combined science and heart-breaking/poetic lines together was downright amazing. Not quite sure how to describe it all, so let's just settle for saying that you blew my mind.

*squeal* Well you don't need me to tell you how much I love Reever/Komui and there is something always delightfully sad but awesome about your stories. I have to say I died on the last line...it was just so perfect. It wrapped it up so well and I'm surprised that there have been no reviews so far (people can be so stingy!). Awesome story. Loved it!