[ Maruki has to wonder if this is really the better way to go about things – learning from someone else rather than being thrown to the wolves. Maybe if he had someone to explain things to him, he wouldn't have jumped so blindly and readily into dream counseling. Then again, probably not...
It is difficult to wrap one's mind around. Akira won't fully be able to until he experiences it for the first time himself. Every protective instinct in Maruki wants to be there for it, be the one to introduce him to the people here who matter, slowly and gently, but he can't. Akira has to stand on his own.
At the question, he thinks. There's Kurogiri and all his friends, of course. Subaru. Maki. Kazuya and Naoya. Dazai and Odasaku, even though they were from Yokohama. Chise, Kenma, Demi-Fiend... ]
Half a dozen or more. Some sound unbelievably different from our own. It's hard to imagine...
[ Maruki adjusts his satchel onto his other shoulder, veers them off toward an exit of the business district. He can bring Akira back later to show him around. The path they set out on will take them past the hill homes, off into the woods. He just walked this path this morning. It shouldn't be dangerous. They'll be fine.
The danger lies in what he has to say next. ]
To answer your earlier question, there is one other person from our reality here.
[ He waits until they're off the beaten path, out of earshot and sight of anyone else. However Akira reacts, Maruki will be here for it. No one else needs to know. ]
He's been here longer than I have. We didn't know one another before we met here, but we live together now. From my perspective, you should know him too... Akechi Goro?
[ If Maruki doesn't exist in Akira's reality, who's to say that Akechi does? They cycled through seemingly infinite realities only mere months ago, tied to one another for better and for worse in every single one. They're fated. It's a vanishing hope that Akira will remember one of them if he doesn't remember the other, but maybe... ]
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It is difficult to wrap one's mind around. Akira won't fully be able to until he experiences it for the first time himself. Every protective instinct in Maruki wants to be there for it, be the one to introduce him to the people here who matter, slowly and gently, but he can't. Akira has to stand on his own.
At the question, he thinks. There's Kurogiri and all his friends, of course. Subaru. Maki. Kazuya and Naoya. Dazai and Odasaku, even though they were from Yokohama. Chise, Kenma, Demi-Fiend... ]
Half a dozen or more. Some sound unbelievably different from our own. It's hard to imagine...
[ Maruki adjusts his satchel onto his other shoulder, veers them off toward an exit of the business district. He can bring Akira back later to show him around. The path they set out on will take them past the hill homes, off into the woods. He just walked this path this morning. It shouldn't be dangerous. They'll be fine.
The danger lies in what he has to say next. ]
To answer your earlier question, there is one other person from our reality here.
[ He waits until they're off the beaten path, out of earshot and sight of anyone else. However Akira reacts, Maruki will be here for it. No one else needs to know. ]
He's been here longer than I have. We didn't know one another before we met here, but we live together now. From my perspective, you should know him too... Akechi Goro?
[ If Maruki doesn't exist in Akira's reality, who's to say that Akechi does? They cycled through seemingly infinite realities only mere months ago, tied to one another for better and for worse in every single one. They're fated. It's a vanishing hope that Akira will remember one of them if he doesn't remember the other, but maybe... ]