"I wasn't entirely certain at first. I had... suspicions, yes, and now we both know that they were wrong."
He grimaces, still avoiding direct eye contact. "My memories had a hole in them because of Maruki's assumptions. He altered history to 'save' me, and to bring me to you, and yet..."
The engine room melts away. In its place, a room appears. Relatively well furnished, comforting... Polished, wood floors, a splash of green from the window outside. A heavy blanket thrown aside...
A shelter for wayward souls.
Another memory of Akechi appears, deeply distressed. By some miracle, he hasn't thrown his phone. It sits on the nearby pillow, reading February 4th. Still, unhinged laughter bursts from his lips.
"Fuck!
"...I had to grapple with not only my survival, but the memories that filled the void that Maruki left behind. I was in no condition to talk to anyone. So, for a time, I remained here, piecing together what happened, while I searched for what to do next."
Unlike his memory counterpart, the real Akechi blows a soft sigh.
"You would have moved mountains for me. I knew that... But I also knew you were in a rather difficult predicament without me to take the fall for you. So, once I had composed myself, I chose to take every bit of knowledge I had acquired from my time as an assassin and use it to take down any scraps of the conspiracy, not only for my revenge, but to prevent any stragglers from harming you or the others."
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He grimaces, still avoiding direct eye contact. "My memories had a hole in them because of Maruki's assumptions. He altered history to 'save' me, and to bring me to you, and yet..."
The engine room melts away. In its place, a room appears. Relatively well furnished, comforting... Polished, wood floors, a splash of green from the window outside. A heavy blanket thrown aside...
A shelter for wayward souls.
Another memory of Akechi appears, deeply distressed. By some miracle, he hasn't thrown his phone. It sits on the nearby pillow, reading February 4th. Still, unhinged laughter bursts from his lips.
"Fuck!
"...I had to grapple with not only my survival, but the memories that filled the void that Maruki left behind. I was in no condition to talk to anyone. So, for a time, I remained here, piecing together what happened, while I searched for what to do next."
Unlike his memory counterpart, the real Akechi blows a soft sigh.
"You would have moved mountains for me. I knew that... But I also knew you were in a rather difficult predicament without me to take the fall for you. So, once I had composed myself, I chose to take every bit of knowledge I had acquired from my time as an assassin and use it to take down any scraps of the conspiracy, not only for my revenge, but to prevent any stragglers from harming you or the others."