[An old, old fear nestled deep in his chest pricks his heart immediately.
Akira never met Maruki in his reality. Now, almost a year out from what Maruki knows, he recognizes that the Conspiracy is even bigger than he'd ever thought.
How hard would it be, really, to suppress someone digging too far into cognitive psience?
And yet, Akira must still bury that fear even deeper. He can't kill it off, no matter how much he's tried, but he must bury it even further. Because too much of him wants to believe. In himself, in Maruki, in the bond that they've formed together here in this world... He can no longer imagine any reality where they weren't meant to meet. So even if Akira is afraid...]
I should be saying that to you, you know. The day that I met you, that the other me met you... I'm sure the way you saw him shocked him as much as it did me when I realized how easily you can see past the masks I put up.
But I will. There are so many people in Tokyo, and yet I somehow landed in the one place that would bring me close to the people I would grow to love. No matter how low the odds may seem, an improbability doesn't mean it's impossible.
I'll find you. Even if I don't remember. Even if takes a long time. Wherever you may be, I'll find you. I swear it.
[I'll find you again. No matter what.
Even if the only thing left for me is to weep over your grave, without even knowing why... I'll find you.]
okay you demon let's WRAP THIS ONE ON UP. dear god
[ 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.
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Akira never met Maruki in his reality. Now, almost a year out from what Maruki knows, he recognizes that the Conspiracy is even bigger than he'd ever thought.
How hard would it be, really, to suppress someone digging too far into cognitive psience?
And yet, Akira must still bury that fear even deeper. He can't kill it off, no matter how much he's tried, but he must bury it even further. Because too much of him wants to believe. In himself, in Maruki, in the bond that they've formed together here in this world... He can no longer imagine any reality where they weren't meant to meet. So even if Akira is afraid...]
I should be saying that to you, you know. The day that I met you, that the other me met you... I'm sure the way you saw him shocked him as much as it did me when I realized how easily you can see past the masks I put up.
But I will. There are so many people in Tokyo, and yet I somehow landed in the one place that would bring me close to the people I would grow to love. No matter how low the odds may seem, an improbability doesn't mean it's impossible.
I'll find you. Even if I don't remember. Even if takes a long time. Wherever you may be, I'll find you. I swear it.
[I'll find you again. No matter what.
Even if the only thing left for me is to weep over your grave, without even knowing why... I'll find you.]
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.