Maruki is hardly in motion, seated as he is watching Akira at work, but what little of him that can still does. Time hangs in stasis; almost the same moment as you.
If Akechi also arrived here after that conversation in Leblanc, the moment that the extent to which he was Maruki's trump card was revealed–
Perhaps it's for the best that they just missed one another.
It's a horrid, selfish thought, one he pushes back down into the ether instantly. He would take all of the miserable tension in the world and then some if it meant Akira could have him back, even in a place such as this. ]
I wish I could tell you. It can't hurt to survey the populace on the network, even if the information doesn't end up being useful. I'll help you if you do– if you'd like me to, of course.
[ A slight falter, a hesitation. He means it, of course – he'd offer his services as someone well-versed in research to Akira for anything he sets his mind to trying to figure out – but it isn't what he truly wants to say.
It's the question he's wanted to ask ever since Akira told him that he was ripped away from their reality in March. A time beyond time for Maruki. For Akechi.
The answer was always going to be a heavy one, but it feels infinitely weightier now that he knows that for a brief period of time, they really were reunited here. ]
Before you arrived here, Kurusu... You told me it was March, and that we'd seen each other.
[ He still can't quite believe it. That he will lose to Akira, that his perfect world will crumble, and that he won't be allowed to crumble along with it. There is no part of him that wants to continue living in such a torturous, unjust reality – but Akira will save him. Again and again, if he has to. In every reality.
A breath drawn, unsteady. ]
What about him? Had you seen him at all after... everything?
surprise bitch bet you thought you'd seen the last of pain
Maruki is hardly in motion, seated as he is watching Akira at work, but what little of him that can still does. Time hangs in stasis; almost the same moment as you.
If Akechi also arrived here after that conversation in Leblanc, the moment that the extent to which he was Maruki's trump card was revealed–
Perhaps it's for the best that they just missed one another.
It's a horrid, selfish thought, one he pushes back down into the ether instantly. He would take all of the miserable tension in the world and then some if it meant Akira could have him back, even in a place such as this. ]
I wish I could tell you. It can't hurt to survey the populace on the network, even if the information doesn't end up being useful. I'll help you if you do– if you'd like me to, of course.
[ A slight falter, a hesitation. He means it, of course – he'd offer his services as someone well-versed in research to Akira for anything he sets his mind to trying to figure out – but it isn't what he truly wants to say.
It's the question he's wanted to ask ever since Akira told him that he was ripped away from their reality in March. A time beyond time for Maruki. For Akechi.
The answer was always going to be a heavy one, but it feels infinitely weightier now that he knows that for a brief period of time, they really were reunited here. ]
Before you arrived here, Kurusu... You told me it was March, and that we'd seen each other.
[ He still can't quite believe it. That he will lose to Akira, that his perfect world will crumble, and that he won't be allowed to crumble along with it. There is no part of him that wants to continue living in such a torturous, unjust reality – but Akira will save him. Again and again, if he has to. In every reality.
A breath drawn, unsteady. ]
What about him? Had you seen him at all after... everything?