[The armor stirs from a long-forgotten slumber.]

The gifted soul is honored to receive this food. The message of the gift shall be preserved evermore...
This soul thanks the Judge; kindred souls.

[The armor falls still, as if contemplating its position in life.]

When one is wielded by a soul who never fights, it will learn a great many things from their eyes.
Though its purpose is unfulfilled, it has no choice but to wait, patiently, for the next fight.
So it, too, reads with them.

—壊れゆく甲冑

ok

fight me in mahjong

fight me in chess

so much for project moon 'anonymous' jfc

D:

[The armor, were it worn, would likely be able to express more than it does right now. That course of action's forbidden, however.]

One does not know the intent of another's soul.

—壊れゆく甲冑

[It's said this armor has seen many battles, yet for some reason it now sits in complete disuse.]

The subject eludes the understanding of the soul; as there are three walls, and then one more.

The importance of this 'fourth wall' eludes this soul.

—壊れゆく甲冑

[The armor seems to gaze into your very soul... though, surely, that's just a trick of the eye.]

When a heart is lost to the despair of its past, words of pain will surely bleed from it. It is up to the soul to recognize its errors and apologize henceforth;

Thus, this soul does apologize.

—壊れゆく甲冑

May they in power who wish for such merriment forever be vanquished.

With the attachment of the heart comes the weakness of the soul; the gift presented is one of destruction. May destruction be given in turn; for they who wish such tragedy will meet only death.

May the heart meet death.

—壊れゆく甲冑

[You can swear the armor's looking at you, but that's impossible; it's just a set of armor.]

Sometimes, in pursuit of justice, and in defense of their subjects, one lends themselves to self-abandon. In that, a new opportunity is born; one of endless victories, if the heart does not waver.

—壊れゆく甲冑