Sometimes, during a fight in the Metaverse, a Shadow would land a hit on his Persona’s weakness and knock Ren entirely down, leaving him breathless and dizzy as he hit the ground. Akechi’s answer leaves Ren with the exact same sensation.
March 20th was today. The day Ren said goodbye to the friends he’d made over the past year - except Akechi, because Akechi wasn’t there - and boarded a train headed back to his home town and the rest of his post-probation life.
Heartbeat thudding in his ears, Ren takes a step backward and closes his eyes. Remember your meditation practice, empty your mind - but the side of his head aches, the same spot where that goon in the interrogation room ground his shoe down to try to intimidate him, but Ren hadn’t breathed a word then, he was strong enough to endure the pain - that spot hasn’t hurt as much lately but now Ren presses a hand to the side of his head.
Breathe, two, three, four - Akechi had been alive - out, two, three, four - for forty-five days, not that he’d counted each one or anything - release thy rage - and Ren never knew.
It wasn’t fair.
He inhales a long, steadying breath, then slowly exhales, and he can’t yet open his eyes, but he can at least keep his voice calm.
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Sometimes, during a fight in the Metaverse, a Shadow would land a hit on his Persona’s weakness and knock Ren entirely down, leaving him breathless and dizzy as he hit the ground. Akechi’s answer leaves Ren with the exact same sensation.
March 20th was today. The day Ren said goodbye to the friends he’d made over the past year - except Akechi, because Akechi wasn’t there - and boarded a train headed back to his home town and the rest of his post-probation life.
Heartbeat thudding in his ears, Ren takes a step backward and closes his eyes. Remember your meditation practice, empty your mind - but the side of his head aches, the same spot where that goon in the interrogation room ground his shoe down to try to intimidate him, but Ren hadn’t breathed a word then, he was strong enough to endure the pain - that spot hasn’t hurt as much lately but now Ren presses a hand to the side of his head.
Breathe, two, three, four - Akechi had been alive - out, two, three, four - for forty-five days, not that he’d counted each one or anything - release thy rage - and Ren never knew.
It wasn’t fair.
He inhales a long, steadying breath, then slowly exhales, and he can’t yet open his eyes, but he can at least keep his voice calm.
“Where were you?”