But that warped grotesque curse must exist still. Akechi can feel it. He can feel it. Of course he can feel it. Why did being with Maruki make him think he couldn't feel it.
He feels it. He can feel it. It makes him nauseous, dizzy, bile at the base of his throat swallowed down over and over and over.
He didn't feel it. He should have known. The empty bed under his palms is proof that nothing's meant to stay and Akechi-
Should focus. Should focus. Kill Shido, let the world do what it must after. Kill Shido, nothing else. Kill Shido, nothing else. Kill Shido, because there's nothing and no one and anything else that might have mattered means nothing to him and-
Maruki is gone.
Akechi will see through one act of mercy. It was always about debt. Akechi holds debt. Akechi will repay that debt to ghost.
It takes him-
Awhile. Awhile. A long time. So long. He doesn't know - maybe he does. It's another day, another morning, another evening where he doesn't know. Bag filled, another bag, so many bags because the ghost was sentimental, the ghost cared, the ghost had bonds and feelings and mementos and gifts that helped the ghost carry on-
Akechi is merciful. He can be merciful. He is merciful when he puts those delicate trinkets into a bag of their own. He is merciful when he folds and towers shirts that his fingers twist into because a child's desire weaves past the curse. He is merciful because he's no longer a child. The child would have let tears sting his eyes, try to find a heartbeat in what the ghost left behind-
But Akechi Goro isn't a child. Akechi Goro is a curse. Akechi Goro is merciful so he doesn't seek a beat, beat, beat in familiar outfits. He folds, piles, seals.
Akechi isn't merciful. Akechi Goro is cruel. He remembers at the cusp of dusk with a pounding ache behind his eyes. He remembers. Loki remembers and a room will bear that memory, that curse.
It feels good to create one, two, three cracks against a window and four, five, six cracks into a ceiling and seven, eight, nine cracks to the small, cramped spot between bed and wall where Akechi Goro used to pretend any of it mattered.
It feels good. He wants to puke. He feels great. He wants to puke. He feels great. He wants to puke. ]
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But that warped grotesque curse must exist still. Akechi can feel it. He can feel it. Of course he can feel it. Why did being with Maruki make him think he couldn't feel it.
He feels it. He can feel it. It makes him nauseous, dizzy, bile at the base of his throat swallowed down over and over and over.
He didn't feel it. He should have known. The empty bed under his palms is proof that nothing's meant to stay and Akechi-
Should focus. Should focus. Kill Shido, let the world do what it must after. Kill Shido, nothing else. Kill Shido, nothing else. Kill Shido, because there's nothing and no one and anything else that might have mattered means nothing to him and-
Maruki is gone.
Akechi will see through one act of mercy. It was always about debt. Akechi holds debt. Akechi will repay that debt to ghost.
It takes him-
Awhile. Awhile. A long time. So long. He doesn't know - maybe he does. It's another day, another morning, another evening where he doesn't know. Bag filled, another bag, so many bags because the ghost was sentimental, the ghost cared, the ghost had bonds and feelings and mementos and gifts that helped the ghost carry on-
Akechi is merciful. He can be merciful. He is merciful when he puts those delicate trinkets into a bag of their own. He is merciful when he folds and towers shirts that his fingers twist into because a child's desire weaves past the curse. He is merciful because he's no longer a child. The child would have let tears sting his eyes, try to find a heartbeat in what the ghost left behind-
But Akechi Goro isn't a child. Akechi Goro is a curse. Akechi Goro is merciful so he doesn't seek a beat, beat, beat in familiar outfits. He folds, piles, seals.
Akechi isn't merciful. Akechi Goro is cruel. He remembers at the cusp of dusk with a pounding ache behind his eyes. He remembers. Loki remembers and a room will bear that memory, that curse.
It feels good to create one, two, three cracks against a window and four, five, six cracks into a ceiling and seven, eight, nine cracks to the small, cramped spot between bed and wall where Akechi Goro used to pretend any of it mattered.
It feels good. He wants to puke. He feels great. He wants to puke. He feels great. He wants to puke. ]