He didn't know and he knew. And he hoped. And it was his rival whose death in a grotesque, hidden cellar was so out of place to the flourishing life he lived.
A page flip stops midway with a sudden numbness in his fingertips. A grip so tight against the paper that any sudden movement will rip it out of his notebook.
They're talking about
Joker.
They're talking about
Akira.
A boy whose flesh still feels embedded in his gloves, a vision that remains ever present in the corner of his eye, a gaping hole with leaking matter and blood pooling onto a table that drip, drip, drips on to the ground. Skull. Fragment. Blood. Two people died in that room. Only one mattered. Skull. Fragment. Blood. He tries to flip the page, and does, no matter how much it feels like gravity has turned against him.]
I did.
[He did. He did. He was. He should be. He wasn't in many realities, and he should be. He failed Akechi Goro in some realities, and how could he? Akechi Goro killed him in every one and he would again. I did is an acknowledgement. I did is a confession.]
I didn't
[He didn't because it was too real. He didn't and he did and-
A pause. The black back cover starts to show through off white - he needs another book. More spaces to write. Akira is here now. Akira is social. Akira is loved. Akira is wanted. Akira will find a slew of bonds to help unchain and free his heart, even if his shitty friends aren't here.]
I got lost in thought for a moment. [Akira is strong. Akira is alive.] I'm aware of his status as a Phantom Thief, and his friends. They hardly made an effort to keep it a secret. I watched them in the Metaverse once I knew. I joined them on one occasion. He seems to recall his friends with some degree of clarity, though I've yet to tell him I'm aware of who he is. I don't know if he recalls our temporary partnership either, though I plan to confirm it in the coming days. As well as one girl who he's yet to bring up on his own, which I find odd.
[Yoshizawa.]
With that, I can infer the targets are the same. The timeline is the same. That ragtag group could have only come together in his reality if all happened as it did in ours.
[He doesn't need to ask about Madarame to know why he recognize the name Kitagawa.]
cw: violent thoughts, murder, gore
He didn't know.
He didn't know.
He didn't know.
He didn't know and he knew. And he hoped. And it was his rival whose death in a grotesque, hidden cellar was so out of place to the flourishing life he lived.
A page flip stops midway with a sudden numbness in his fingertips. A grip so tight against the paper that any sudden movement will rip it out of his notebook.
They're talking about
Joker.
They're talking aboutAkira.
A boy whose flesh still feels embedded in his gloves, a vision that remains ever present in the corner of his eye, a gaping hole with leaking matter and blood pooling onto a table that drip, drip, drips on to the ground. Skull. Fragment. Blood. Two people died in that room. Only one mattered. Skull. Fragment. Blood. He tries to flip the page, and does, no matter how much it feels like gravity has turned against him.]I did.
[He did. He did. He was. He should be. He wasn't in many realities, and he should be. He failed Akechi Goro in some realities, and how could he? Akechi Goro killed him in every one and he would again. I did is an acknowledgement. I did is a confession.]
I didn't
[He didn't because it was too real. He didn't and he did and-
A pause. The black back cover starts to show through off white - he needs another book. More spaces to write. Akira is here now. Akira is social. Akira is loved. Akira is wanted. Akira will find a slew of bonds to help unchain and free his heart, even if his shitty friends aren't here.]
I got lost in thought for a moment. [Akira is strong. Akira is alive.] I'm aware of his status as a Phantom Thief, and his friends. They hardly made an effort to keep it a secret. I watched them in the Metaverse once I knew. I joined them on one occasion. He seems to recall his friends with some degree of clarity, though I've yet to tell him I'm aware of who he is. I don't know if he recalls our temporary partnership either, though I plan to confirm it in the coming days. As well as one girl who he's yet to bring up on his own, which I find odd.
[Yoshizawa.]
With that, I can infer the targets are the same. The timeline is the same. That ragtag group could have only come together in his reality if all happened as it did in ours.
[He doesn't need to ask about Madarame to know why he recognize the name Kitagawa.]