He did this, he really did this. He made a total monster out of this boy. He's still so young and yet this darkness... makes him sick to his stomach. It reminds him far too much of his own, the darkness that he was forced to abandon due to his change of heart.
And that vivid imagery... has him going a bit pale, the way Akechi talks about it as though he'd experienced it firsthand... That's not possible, of course, because he's standing right here, very clearly alive.
His eyes widen at the flame that appears, at the blood red mask covering his face. How in the hell... what the fuck is going on... Maybe this is an effect of the pills he took. Maybe he's gone and damaged his brain and is no longer in touch with reality. Haha, he was supposed to be put into a vegetative state, wasn't he?
Well. It all certainly feels very real... and every word that Akechi says is just twisting his heart further. Fuck, had he even been like this? He'd had no regard for the lives of others, certainly, and hardly cared if their death was peaceful or excruciating, but for someone to get this much joy out of the suffering of another...
A monster, indeed.]
No, Akechi. [There might be a bit of fear slipping into his voice, there, but it's... not for him? He doesn't care what happens to him. But Akechi's been dragged down by him enough.] I've already made you kill enough... don't sully your hands with a murder you weren't forced to do.
[He grits his teeth then, and adds for incentive:] Unless you wanted to follow in my footsteps.
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He did this, he really did this. He made a total monster out of this boy. He's still so young and yet this darkness... makes him sick to his stomach. It reminds him far too much of his own, the darkness that he was forced to abandon due to his change of heart.
And that vivid imagery... has him going a bit pale, the way Akechi talks about it as though he'd experienced it firsthand... That's not possible, of course, because he's standing right here, very clearly alive.
His eyes widen at the flame that appears, at the blood red mask covering his face. How in the hell... what the fuck is going on... Maybe this is an effect of the pills he took. Maybe he's gone and damaged his brain and is no longer in touch with reality. Haha, he was supposed to be put into a vegetative state, wasn't he?
Well. It all certainly feels very real... and every word that Akechi says is just twisting his heart further. Fuck, had he even been like this? He'd had no regard for the lives of others, certainly, and hardly cared if their death was peaceful or excruciating, but for someone to get this much joy out of the suffering of another...
A monster, indeed.]
No, Akechi. [There might be a bit of fear slipping into his voice, there, but it's... not for him? He doesn't care what happens to him. But Akechi's been dragged down by him enough.] I've already made you kill enough... don't sully your hands with a murder you weren't forced to do.
[He grits his teeth then, and adds for incentive:] Unless you wanted to follow in my footsteps.