He watches Akechi, and Akira smiles, fragile and fleeting.]
You're right.
[It's a smile that's terribly sad. If Akechi focused enough to look, perhaps he'd see how mournful it is.]
I have been worthless.
[Basking in the warmth of his friends. Smiling and laughing over the hole in his heart.]
If you'd seen me, living my life the days before I got here - I think you'd see it. I think you'd know. You've always been able to see right through me, so you'd see the emptiness I covered with so many masks.
[Akechi is charging, furious as a predator defending itself from harm. Full of defensive vitriol, and Akira doesn't intend to rise to the bait, just as he didn't before.
Except that...]
I've been worthless without you, because no one will ever know me the way you do. Just as I'll know you better than anyone else. Because Kurusu Akira and Akechi Goro will be like this, in every life we ever live. [He's close now. Almost close enough. Akira's entire body tenses, and for the first time - something close to anger twists his face.] I forgot? I'm putting an act? You're smarter than that, so act like it. If you're going to be on the other side of an argument with me, do it with something that isn't complete and total bullshit!
[The moment Akechi's close enough, Akira slips to the side and kicks him where he's injured, hard. He lets the momentum push him back and away; even if he doesn't go down, Akechi should at least be off balance for a few seconds.]
The other Akira knew you better. I envy him for a lot, but that's one of the greatest things of all. [His voice is calm again. Placid.] But you still fight the same way. You're reckless with your body when you're injured.
[He waits this time, to see what Akechi does. If Akira lets him... will he just tear himself apart?]
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He watches Akechi, and Akira smiles, fragile and fleeting.]
You're right.
[It's a smile that's terribly sad. If Akechi focused enough to look, perhaps he'd see how mournful it is.]
I have been worthless.
[Basking in the warmth of his friends. Smiling and laughing over the hole in his heart.]
If you'd seen me, living my life the days before I got here - I think you'd see it. I think you'd know. You've always been able to see right through me, so you'd see the emptiness I covered with so many masks.
[Akechi is charging, furious as a predator defending itself from harm. Full of defensive vitriol, and Akira doesn't intend to rise to the bait, just as he didn't before.
Except that...]
I've been worthless without you, because no one will ever know me the way you do. Just as I'll know you better than anyone else. Because Kurusu Akira and Akechi Goro will be like this, in every life we ever live. [He's close now. Almost close enough. Akira's entire body tenses, and for the first time - something close to anger twists his face.] I forgot? I'm putting an act? You're smarter than that, so act like it. If you're going to be on the other side of an argument with me, do it with something that isn't complete and total bullshit!
[The moment Akechi's close enough, Akira slips to the side and kicks him where he's injured, hard. He lets the momentum push him back and away; even if he doesn't go down, Akechi should at least be off balance for a few seconds.]
The other Akira knew you better. I envy him for a lot, but that's one of the greatest things of all. [His voice is calm again. Placid.] But you still fight the same way. You're reckless with your body when you're injured.
[He waits this time, to see what Akechi does. If Akira lets him... will he just tear himself apart?]