[This is a mess. A baffling disaster in the making. It's akin to the Phantom Thieves traversing mindlessly through the Metaverse, not a goddamn care in the world. Stupid teenagers who didn't understand what they were messing with, on an supposed altruistic journey to fix distorted desires.
They ruined people. Akechi ruined people. Maruki will ruin people.
His arm feels better. That annoys him. The care taken to wrap the injury allowing some reprieve with the numbing ointment. His own self care is normally quick, intentional and rough. It always hurts after.
This doesn't hurt and -
Maruki steps back in a manner Akechi isn't accustomed to. Looks torn, utters a curse with a normally pleasant tongue that keeps those reactions in check and -
He smiles, because he's supposed to. Forgiving, gentle, kind Detective Prince who gives information, who comforts, who-
Sets people up to die by his own hand it's-
Funny, honestly. Maruki knew too much. Knows too much. Is interested in too much. He was likely always on someone's radar - his newfound power with expediate it and -
Maybe it won't matter if he can lay low until Shido's corpse lays at his feet. If Maruki can't, then Akechi's all too happy to walk over his rotting body first. It doesn't matter. He doesn't matter. That twisted expression of relief for a power he didn't understand doesn't matter.
He smiles because none of this goddamn shit matters.
All he needs to do is see what power he's dealing with and how annoying it might be battle, if it comes to that.]
Of course, Maruki-san. It must have been frightening to deal with that alone. To be honest, I felt the same - after it happened, I thought...
[Nothing. Because it was planned, expected, known. It's all bullshit, except-
For a second, he remembers standing in the depths of some unknown person's palace, shorter, smaller, weaker. A gun in hand. A task in mind. The first run in with shadows - grotesque monsters he couldn't figure out how to give form too. He remembers-
Not caring. He doesn't. Didn't. It didn't matter because everything is planned.
Like the way he slides to the ground, ever compliant. Ever the shining example of how a perfect teenager should act.]
Well, never mind. To that question - I don't know, as disappointing as that is to hear. It almost makes a person feel like they were chosen for something greater, doesn't it? A goal beyond simple matters in everyday life. Why else would such a power be awakened in so few?
[He reaches forward to roll up the edge of his pant leg - a less prominent mark burning red across his ankle.]
Or maybe this is our tree of knowledge and our contract was a temptation we should have ignored. A bite from an apple to be resisted - now we failed and we're doomed to live our lives in some madman's dream.
[He chuckles - quiet and calm. Leans back against the chips with an intent to crush every one along his spine.]
I'm kidding on that last one. It's our will and it's always been within us. Our right, even, to hold and wield such awakened abilities. The truth will always come out. One day, the answer will be made clear.
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They ruined people. Akechi ruined people. Maruki will ruin people.
His arm feels better. That annoys him. The care taken to wrap the injury allowing some reprieve with the numbing ointment. His own self care is normally quick, intentional and rough. It always hurts after.
This doesn't hurt and -
Maruki steps back in a manner Akechi isn't accustomed to. Looks torn, utters a curse with a normally pleasant tongue that keeps those reactions in check and -
He smiles, because he's supposed to. Forgiving, gentle, kind Detective Prince who gives information, who comforts, who-
Sets people up to die by his own hand it's-
Funny, honestly. Maruki knew too much. Knows too much. Is interested in too much. He was likely always on someone's radar - his newfound power with expediate it and -
Maybe it won't matter if he can lay low until Shido's corpse lays at his feet. If Maruki can't, then Akechi's all too happy to walk over his rotting body first. It doesn't matter. He doesn't matter. That twisted expression of relief for a power he didn't understand doesn't matter.
He smiles because none of this goddamn shit matters.
All he needs to do is see what power he's dealing with and how annoying it might be battle, if it comes to that.]
Of course, Maruki-san. It must have been frightening to deal with that alone. To be honest, I felt the same - after it happened, I thought...
[Nothing. Because it was planned, expected, known. It's all bullshit, except-
For a second, he remembers standing in the depths of some unknown person's palace, shorter, smaller, weaker. A gun in hand. A task in mind. The first run in with shadows - grotesque monsters he couldn't figure out how to give form too. He remembers-
Not caring. He doesn't. Didn't. It didn't matter because everything is planned.
Like the way he slides to the ground, ever compliant. Ever the shining example of how a perfect teenager should act.]
Well, never mind. To that question - I don't know, as disappointing as that is to hear. It almost makes a person feel like they were chosen for something greater, doesn't it? A goal beyond simple matters in everyday life. Why else would such a power be awakened in so few?
[He reaches forward to roll up the edge of his pant leg - a less prominent mark burning red across his ankle.]
Or maybe this is our tree of knowledge and our contract was a temptation we should have ignored. A bite from an apple to be resisted - now we failed and we're doomed to live our lives in some madman's dream.
[He chuckles - quiet and calm. Leans back against the chips with an intent to crush every one along his spine.]
I'm kidding on that last one. It's our will and it's always been within us. Our right, even, to hold and wield such awakened abilities. The truth will always come out. One day, the answer will be made clear.