[His body pulls away from the corpse in fits and stages. It's easier, now that he's out of the mode of threat threat threat, doesn't feel the need to tear and protect lashing under his skin.
Not a Phantom Thief. Someone like Akechi, maybe, though perhaps not with the same actions or motivations. But someone that definitely holds power, magic at his fingertips just like Akira.
He's like him. Has been, this entire time.
From the moment he woke up here, he's felt so bitterly, painfully alone. Constantly reminded of what he couldn't do (save) and what he couldn't be (live). It didn't matter how much affection or kindnesses he received, because he was torn away from the people he loved most without even being able to speak to them, and stranded in a world full of strangers and and a pair of ghosts that he could never satisfy the expectations of.
He woke up the way he should have his first day in Tokyo, finally getting everything he deserved for trying to do the right thing.
And now, he can see the light over the hill. He can see the loneliness about to be torn from his grasp, even if he hasn't done a single thing to earn it.]
...Right. [He staggers back a little bit. The dagger feels... unnecessary for this conversation. He needs to get a cloth to wipe it down, put it out of sight for now. But first-] Before you do that, I'd like to make one correction.
[Even as he steps back, his eyes don't leave Maruki even once.]
The Phantom Thieves are not special. Not in the way you're saying. [Even if Akechi would say otherwise.] We're normal people that were broken and found each other. We're normal people that had the chance to stand up to what was wrong.
[His voice lifts for a moment, all Akira again.]
So please don't put us above you like that. [Please don't put yourself down like that. He nods down at the body.] After you, Sensei.
[Something in him itches that he should be the one to do it, still, that Maruki shouldn't have to look on it - but he forces it down. Because Maruki said they were allies.
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Not a Phantom Thief. Someone like Akechi, maybe, though perhaps not with the same actions or motivations. But someone that definitely holds power, magic at his fingertips just like Akira.
He's like him. Has been, this entire time.
From the moment he woke up here, he's felt so bitterly, painfully alone. Constantly reminded of what he couldn't do (save) and what he couldn't be (live). It didn't matter how much affection or kindnesses he received, because he was torn away from the people he loved most without even being able to speak to them, and stranded in a world full of strangers and and a pair of ghosts that he could never satisfy the expectations of.
He woke up the way he should have his first day in Tokyo, finally getting everything he deserved for trying to do the right thing.
And now, he can see the light over the hill. He can see the loneliness about to be torn from his grasp, even if he hasn't done a single thing to earn it.]
...Right. [He staggers back a little bit. The dagger feels... unnecessary for this conversation. He needs to get a cloth to wipe it down, put it out of sight for now. But first-] Before you do that, I'd like to make one correction.
[Even as he steps back, his eyes don't leave Maruki even once.]
The Phantom Thieves are not special. Not in the way you're saying. [Even if Akechi would say otherwise.] We're normal people that were broken and found each other. We're normal people that had the chance to stand up to what was wrong.
[His voice lifts for a moment, all Akira again.]
So please don't put us above you like that. [Please don't put yourself down like that. He nods down at the body.] After you, Sensei.
[Something in him itches that he should be the one to do it, still, that Maruki shouldn't have to look on it - but he forces it down. Because Maruki said they were allies.
It's as good a time as any to get that cloth...]