[ Akira doesn't have to say it. Maruki's certainly thought about it enough on his own. Ever since the day Akechi asked him about Isshiki as they sat in Quartz together, he's known the sword hangs closer over his neck than he ever realized. And there are only so many explanations for why Akira would go through all the events of that terrible year without him around...
Perhaps he is dead. Would there even be a grave to find? It's not as if he had anyone around to handle affairs like that.
He has to believe, hope against all hope that there exists a Maruki Takuto out there in Tokyo, going about a much more normal life. Perhaps he even still has Rumi. There's no telling. ]
I ask for an inch, and you promise a mile. You really are the most incredible young man.
okay you demon let's WRAP THIS ONE ON UP. dear god
Perhaps he is dead. Would there even be a grave to find? It's not as if he had anyone around to handle affairs like that.
He has to believe, hope against all hope that there exists a Maruki Takuto out there in Tokyo, going about a much more normal life. Perhaps he even still has Rumi. There's no telling. ]
I ask for an inch, and you promise a mile. You really are the most incredible young man.
Thank you, Kurusu. I don't know what else to say.