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[It won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter -
how Maruki struggles under Akechi's grip.
it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter because
He won't stop. He won't stop. He won't stop. He won't stop. He won't stop.]
I'll be joining you.
[Another needle to the eye, viciously dug until an offwhite liquid with streaks of red flow out and-
He won't stop it won't matter he won't stop it won't matter he's free he's free he's free he's free and-
He laughs - light, and airy. Bright, and joyous. Content and
free]
I'm Akechi Goro and we will never meet again.
[Wisps of smoke appear in his vision he remembers -
The first he killed someone in a terrifying, massive, overwhelming world - he can't remember who it was.
Can't remember how he felt. Only recalls the shadows pulled free from a false corpse that now return to pull him down, down down.
Drag him down. He deserves it. Maruki deserves it.
He remembers his mom as bruises form around Maruki's neck from fingers that lock together like rope -
Ten splinters on a rafter - he counts the veins popping in the man's neck. Not ten, maybe five, it's blurry.
A blinding television studio where he met Akira -
Maybe on the subway
Maybe on the street. Maybe passing forces on a sidewalk and their fates were intertwined from the second he stepped foot in Tokyo.
Akira betrayed him. Kurusu betrayed him.
Akechi will never forgive him. Wishes for him to be trapped in a false world he condemned them all too, even as reality crumbles.
He can't breathe. Neither can Maruki. Maruki isn't breathing. The chest under him stops moving, hands stop moving, Akechi-
stops moving
because he can't.
Because he isn't there. Because he is. Because there's a second, a minute, a moment where he wonders -
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how Maruki struggles under Akechi's grip.
He won't stop. He won't stop. He won't stop. He won't stop. He won't stop.]it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter because
I'll be joining you.
[Another needle to the eye, viciously dug until an offwhite liquid with streaks of red flow out and-
He won't stop it won't matter he won't stop it won't matter he's free he's free he's free he's free and-
He laughs - light, and airy. Bright, and joyous. Content and
I'm Akechi Goro and we will never meet again.
[Wisps of smoke appear in his vision he remembers -
The first he killed someone in a terrifying, massive, overwhelming world - he can't remember who it was.
Drag him down. He deserves it. Maruki deserves it.Can't remember how he felt. Only recalls the shadows pulled free from a false corpse that now return to pull him down, down down.
He remembers his mom as bruises form around Maruki's neck from fingers that lock together like rope -
Ten splinters on a rafter - he counts the veins popping in the man's neck. Not ten, maybe five, it's blurry.
A blinding television studio where he met Akira -
Maybe on the subway
Maybe on the street. Maybe passing forces on a sidewalk and their fates were intertwined from the second he stepped foot in Tokyo.Akira betrayed him. Kurusu betrayed him.
Akechi will never forgive him. Wishes for him to be trapped in a false world he condemned them all too, even as reality crumbles.
He can't breathe. Neither can Maruki. Maruki isn't breathing. The chest under him stops moving, hands stop moving, Akechi-Because he isn't there. Because he is. Because there's a second, a minute, a moment where he wonders -
Where he wishes