[There isn't even time for him to feel guilt for the horror that his suggestion seems to invoke - she's here, and every word she throws is a blow.
She's so- angry, and maybe that makes sense for the two of them that had some nebulous thing happen between them, but it's still a shock. This was the person that Maruki spoke of so fondly and affectionately... but she hates him?
Akira had thought she had lost her life, to disease or to accident. But maybe this was more painful for Maruki to face than her death.
There's not enough time, and she jumps from one phrase to the next, acidic and fierce. Akira tries to catch each thing and make it out, more reflexive than anything; it's part of his nature, to absorb every piece of information that's laid before him. Ruined our life - what did Maruki do? What could he have done that she resented so much? Only thinking of yourself - Akira's never seen him think of himself at all. Does he try so hard now, because of something that happened in his past? Stupid dream - is it cognitive psience? Did his research drive a wedge between them?
It doesn't make sense.
It doesn't add up.
There is no time for it to make sense, because Maruki is acting.
And Akira is too, suddenly enough - She's a cognition. You're familiar, right? - his hand is reaching out for Maruki's arm without a conscious thought.]
Don't.
[For the first time in Maruki's presence... he almost sounds angry.]
Even if she's a cognition... you love her. [Love, not loved. Akira knows he still does. He said it himself, that he thinks about her every day.] She isn't real, but you are. Is that really something your heart can bear?
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She's so- angry, and maybe that makes sense for the two of them that had some nebulous thing happen between them, but it's still a shock. This was the person that Maruki spoke of so fondly and affectionately... but she hates him?
Akira had thought she had lost her life, to disease or to accident. But maybe this was more painful for Maruki to face than her death.
There's not enough time, and she jumps from one phrase to the next, acidic and fierce. Akira tries to catch each thing and make it out, more reflexive than anything; it's part of his nature, to absorb every piece of information that's laid before him. Ruined our life - what did Maruki do? What could he have done that she resented so much? Only thinking of yourself - Akira's never seen him think of himself at all. Does he try so hard now, because of something that happened in his past? Stupid dream - is it cognitive psience? Did his research drive a wedge between them?
It doesn't make sense.
It doesn't add up.
There is no time for it to make sense, because Maruki is acting.
And Akira is too, suddenly enough - She's a cognition. You're familiar, right? - his hand is reaching out for Maruki's arm without a conscious thought.]
Don't.
[For the first time in Maruki's presence... he almost sounds angry.]
Even if she's a cognition... you love her. [Love, not loved. Akira knows he still does. He said it himself, that he thinks about her every day.] She isn't real, but you are. Is that really something your heart can bear?