[It's inevitable. Inevitable. No changing a future.
A man with an unrealized wish learning that regrets often come too late and-
Akechi who has never regretted a moment of his life.
It always ends this way. Fate is unjust. The world is unjust. People are unjust. People are rotten.
Maruki is rotten.
A meaningless nobody in a sea of them.
Another target on a list Akechi never knows the full capacity of.]
I would stop it at its source.
[And
he
shoots.
One pull of a trigger is all it takes. No silencer on it - the sound is piercing. Ears ring and ache and-
Maruki looks the same Joker, slumped over like this.
Skull fragment and viscera. Blood and clumps of hair. It decorates the bench, the trees behind them.
It was loud and it won't matter in this false reality. Fights are the norm and-
All Akechi did was attack a monster.
The stars are buried under a sea of wishes that will never be and Akechi leans back, turns his head up, and tries to catch the sight of a single, glimmering light among the false ones.
It's not there.
A weight presses against his side - sleeve and shirt wet from blooming liquid. He doesn't look. He's happy.
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A man with an unrealized wish learning that regrets often come too late and-
Akechi who has never regretted a moment of his life.
It always ends this way. Fate is unjust. The world is unjust. People are unjust. People are rotten.A meaningless nobody in a sea of them.
Another target on a list Akechi never knows the full capacity of.]
I would stop it at its source.
[And
shoots.
One pull of a trigger is all it takes. No silencer on it - the sound is piercing. Ears ring and ache and-Maruki looks the same Joker, slumped over like this.
Skull fragment and viscera. Blood and clumps of hair. It decorates the bench, the trees behind them.
It was loud and it won't matter in this false reality. Fights are the norm and-
All Akechi did was attack a monster.
The stars are buried under a sea of wishes that will never be and Akechi leans back, turns his head up, and tries to catch the sight of a single, glimmering light among the false ones.
It's not there.
A weight presses against his side - sleeve and shirt wet from blooming liquid. He doesn't look. He's happy.
This is where your wish ends, Maruki-san.