[ Well, if Ardyn had even the tiniest thought that Akira would listen calmly, he was wrong.
The second that he hears "intergalactic television show presented as fiction," there's a brief moment where he comes close to seeing red. He doesn't even realize how strongly he's reacting, until he notices a dim ache in both hands and in his back teeth. It's so disgustingly close to what he'd been imagining their situation, back in the mall, was like...
Akira's breathing is uneven, but he forces himself to quietly listen to all of it. The sick feeling in his stomach has him second guessing his decision to try eating. He very... slowly... manages to loosen those fists and his jaw. Calm down. ]
What kind of justice?
[ They were all brought back to life - it ended with everyone being alive. Focus on that. Justice is all he'd ever fought for, alongside his friends, so that should be enough... right? Heh. It didn't even happen to him - not exactly - and yet this feels so goddamn personal. He shouldn't want to go find this producer. He shouldn't. ]
Either way, I'm glad you all got out. That's the most important part...
[ There's something distant and deceptively calm in his tone; if looks could kill? The entire forest would probably be up in flames around here. He's going to just. Sip that coffee in an overly calm way until he's actually, really calmed down. Ardyn had specified that there were a lot of people... how many had died during all of... whatever they went through? He's only able to imagine, based on what his group had gone through... and that alone...
... His grip on the cup is wavering a little, so he quietly sets the cup back down.
It's not his; he would really hate to risk breaking it. ]
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The second that he hears "intergalactic television show presented as fiction," there's a brief moment where he comes close to seeing red. He doesn't even realize how strongly he's reacting, until he notices a dim ache in both hands and in his back teeth. It's so disgustingly close to what he'd been imagining their situation, back in the mall, was like...
Akira's breathing is uneven, but he forces himself to quietly listen to all of it. The sick feeling in his stomach has him second guessing his decision to try eating. He very... slowly... manages to loosen those fists and his jaw. Calm down. ]
What kind of justice?
[ They were all brought back to life - it ended with everyone being alive. Focus on that. Justice is all he'd ever fought for, alongside his friends, so that should be enough... right? Heh. It didn't even happen to him - not exactly - and yet this feels so goddamn personal. He shouldn't want to go find this producer. He shouldn't. ]
Either way, I'm glad you all got out. That's the most important part...
[ There's something distant and deceptively calm in his tone; if looks could kill? The entire forest would probably be up in flames around here. He's going to just. Sip that coffee in an overly calm way until he's actually, really calmed down. Ardyn had specified that there were a lot of people... how many had died during all of... whatever they went through? He's only able to imagine, based on what his group had gone through... and that alone...
... His grip on the cup is wavering a little, so he quietly sets the cup back down.
It's not his; he would really hate to risk breaking it. ]