Ren swallows hard and refuses to shudder. This place haunts his dreams, the place where he failed Akechi the first time. As he did then, he says now to the apparition in white and red:
”It’s not too late.”
It was never too late, until it was February 2nd.
“Why do you think I refused that deal, in the end? I didn’t want a puppet version of you any more than you wanted to be one. I wanted you.”
Goro Akechi, the broken, angry boy who only wanted acceptance and love. Outcast, assassin, criminal, detective, friend, rival - special. Ren’s fingers grip the knife tighter.
“Damn it, Akechi, why didn’t you tell me? Why did I have to hear it from him?”
Takuto Maruki, the madman with the face of a friend, wielding kindness like a weapon, and Ren helped him, without even realizing it. Remembering that part of the entire conflict makes Ren sick.
“You could’ve told me. I could’ve done something, if I knew - if I had more time. We could’ve done something. Together.”
That was what Ren wanted - the two of them, together. He throws his knife to the ground and moves to close the gap between him and the other boy.
“I fought a god to save a world full of strangers. Don’t you think I would’ve done the same for you?”
He presses his lips together, and he shakes his head.
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Ren swallows hard and refuses to shudder. This place haunts his dreams, the place where he failed Akechi the first time. As he did then, he says now to the apparition in white and red:
”It’s not too late.”
It was never too late, until it was February 2nd.
“Why do you think I refused that deal, in the end? I didn’t want a puppet version of you any more than you wanted to be one. I wanted you.”
Goro Akechi, the broken, angry boy who only wanted acceptance and love. Outcast, assassin, criminal, detective, friend, rival - special. Ren’s fingers grip the knife tighter.
“Damn it, Akechi, why didn’t you tell me? Why did I have to hear it from him?”
Takuto Maruki, the madman with the face of a friend, wielding kindness like a weapon, and Ren helped him, without even realizing it. Remembering that part of the entire conflict makes Ren sick.
“You could’ve told me. I could’ve done something, if I knew - if I had more time. We could’ve done something. Together.”
That was what Ren wanted - the two of them, together. He throws his knife to the ground and moves to close the gap between him and the other boy.
“I fought a god to save a world full of strangers. Don’t you think I would’ve done the same for you?”
He presses his lips together, and he shakes his head.
“I would’ve done more.”