[He's so fucking cold - he's so goddamn cold. Maruki's words don't hit deaf ears, but frozen ones. Shuddering is unacceptable, so he doesn't do it to the greatest extent of his will. He doesn't need to wrap his arms around his body. Isn't weak like the man beside him. Stands-

Not tall. Hunched over, in his natural shrimp form, focusing on words instead of howling wind that curls around them in this half assed cave. The rain is blocked. Nothing else is.

A sneeze. Pathetic.]

Anything I could add would be irrelevant. You come from a time beyond me. Him far beyond us both. Should discrepancies occur, I'll state them when appropriate.

[Because Akira is his in any capacity. Their time together was brutal, cruel, and private.]

He was dead in my reality, or so I thought. I have a difficult time believing he survived that suicide attempt. The damage was extensive when I viewed it, however-

[A beat. A moment. A sneeze. He peels his gloves from drenched hands.]

If anyone could, it would be him. I plan to investigate that fully.