[ You won't get away from this, Akechi sounds like salvation. A chime of bells outside of Eden and Akira's voice leads the choir enticing him in.
And of course he'll walk through those doors and of course he'll walk along the velvetine carpet and of course he'll look into the eyes of an executioner hiding among lambs and of course he'll lean into the noose and of course-
It rings and rings and rings and beckons and makes him feel something, makes him feel anything, creates a hellfire that explodes through body and mind. He wants more. He wants more.
And even as he watches Akira falter and hopes for his fall because he should fall and Akechi wants to drag him down, all the way down, completely and utterly coated in muck and grime until there's nothing left of Kurusu Akira and there's nothing left of Akechi Goro and there's nothing left for the world to take from either of them.
Splintered bone scrapes the inside of his chest when he forces himself back up and-
He can only get an inch, two, three off the ground before his lungs constrict and he gets another inch, two, three off the ground before his skull splits, it must be splitting, it's never felt this agonizing and his own hollow laughter continues through the blood coated spittle covering his lips.
He watches Akira and Akira isn't collapsed on the ground so Akechi must get up.
It feels like
joy.
It feels like
joy.
He thinks he feels joy.
And he chases that high by pushing up, up, up and getting nowhere. He can't get up. His back hits the ground instead of his chest and he can't get up. ]
You really are remarkable. After all this time, I still can't win. Even so-
[ It hurts to speak, so he continues. It's not death. He won't die. Kurusu said as much and that thrill of being alive is foreign. He's grasping at it with every exhausted, wheezing breath. ]
It's never been in my nature to give up. Against you of all people - no, I will never stop!
[ And from the ground, Akechi pulls a gun from his hip. A gift. More fitting than ever. A guiding light in his increasingly desperate attempt to stay focused. His aim is lacking, but all he needs to do is hit a body. It will hurt.
D3 stands for D(3)AD cw: gun!
And of course he'll walk through those doors and of course he'll walk along the velvetine carpet and of course he'll look into the eyes of an executioner hiding among lambs and of course he'll lean into the noose and of course-
It rings and rings and rings and beckons and makes him feel something, makes him feel anything, creates a hellfire that explodes through body and mind. He wants more. He wants more.
And even as he watches Akira falter and hopes for his fall because he should fall and Akechi wants to drag him down, all the way down, completely and utterly coated in muck and grime until there's nothing left of Kurusu Akira and there's nothing left of Akechi Goro and there's nothing left for the world to take from either of them.
Splintered bone scrapes the inside of his chest when he forces himself back up and-
He can only get an inch, two, three off the ground before his lungs constrict and he gets another inch, two, three off the ground before his skull splits, it must be splitting, it's never felt this agonizing and his own hollow laughter continues through the blood coated spittle covering his lips.
He watches Akira and Akira isn't collapsed on the ground so Akechi must get up.
It feels like
joy.
It feels likejoy.
He thinks he feels joy.And he chases that high by pushing up, up, up and getting nowhere. He can't get up. His back hits the ground instead of his chest and he can't get up. ]
You really are remarkable. After all this time, I still can't win. Even so-
[ It hurts to speak, so he continues. It's not death. He won't die. Kurusu said as much and that thrill of being alive is foreign. He's grasping at it with every exhausted, wheezing breath. ]
It's never been in my nature to give up. Against you of all people - no, I will never stop!
[ And from the ground, Akechi pulls a gun from his hip. A gift. More fitting than ever. A guiding light in his increasingly desperate attempt to stay focused. His aim is lacking, but all he needs to do is hit a body. It will hurt.
Akira will feel alive.
Among the wolves.
And Akira will hurt.
Akechi wants him to hurt. ]
Why can't you just stay dead!!
[ And he shoots. ]