Ren silently takes in the change of scene, absorbing the pain of the memory. He stays quiet until Akechi’s finished speaking, and then he can’t keep quiet any longer.
“You make me so angry.”
His hands curl into fists again, red leather of the gloves softly squeaking with the sudden movement. His face twists in a contortion of pain, squeezing his eyes shut.
“You keep criticizing me about making assumptions, but didn’t you do the exact same thing? Assume that we couldn’t help? That we wouldn’t?”
If the Phantom Thieves had been given every scrap of information Akechi held back, they could’ve come up with a plan, together. They could’ve at least tried. Maybe Ren himself wouldn’t have been able to do much from juvenile detention, but Makoto could’ve found a strategy, Futaba could’ve worked some hacker magic … hell, Ren has a blood oath with a particularly tenacious journalist and an ex-yakuza member, among others. They were all able to work together to free Ren from incarceration. What could they all have done for Akechi if Ren only had the knowledge he needed? With eyes once again open, he continues:
“I don’t care about your high and mighty rationalizations - you chose to do everything all alone. You chose to keep information from me. You chose to manipulate me. Again.”
It hurt less when Akechi’s manipulations were all stacked in place to work against Ren. It was far easier for Ren to accept those misdeeds when he believed Akechi only wanted him dead.
“Is that really how you think you care about me? By distorting the truth to keep me in the dark? Keep me away from you?”
He shakes his head, voice trembling.
“You are such a hypocrite. You want to be loved and accepted, but you keep pushing me away when I’m standing right here.”
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“You make me so angry.”
His hands curl into fists again, red leather of the gloves softly squeaking with the sudden movement. His face twists in a contortion of pain, squeezing his eyes shut.
“You keep criticizing me about making assumptions, but didn’t you do the exact same thing? Assume that we couldn’t help? That we wouldn’t?”
If the Phantom Thieves had been given every scrap of information Akechi held back, they could’ve come up with a plan, together. They could’ve at least tried. Maybe Ren himself wouldn’t have been able to do much from juvenile detention, but Makoto could’ve found a strategy, Futaba could’ve worked some hacker magic … hell, Ren has a blood oath with a particularly tenacious journalist and an ex-yakuza member, among others. They were all able to work together to free Ren from incarceration. What could they all have done for Akechi if Ren only had the knowledge he needed? With eyes once again open, he continues:
“I don’t care about your high and mighty rationalizations - you chose to do everything all alone. You chose to keep information from me. You chose to manipulate me. Again.”
It hurt less when Akechi’s manipulations were all stacked in place to work against Ren. It was far easier for Ren to accept those misdeeds when he believed Akechi only wanted him dead.
“Is that really how you think you care about me? By distorting the truth to keep me in the dark? Keep me away from you?”
He shakes his head, voice trembling.
“You are such a hypocrite. You want to be loved and accepted, but you keep pushing me away when I’m standing right here.”