[ For the past days, Akechi had found himself even more lost in his own thoughts than usual, going through the motions of his routine as though on autopilot. In between Akira's death, his alleged return, and the vortex of conflicted feelings he had never been good at dealing with, in the first place, Akechi had trouble in being himself-- or rather, in keeping intact the mask he presented to the world.
In some ways, that might be the most real he has been in years.
Still, deep in musings as he was, he still recognizes that face; it's a face that shouldn't be there, walking and breathing, if Guren's information was to be trusted-- the guy may hide a lot of himself, but Akechi doesn't think he would downright lie about this.
Well. Only one way to find out. ]
Dextera-san? [ He tries, inquiring but gentle. ] You're... here.
[ Not dead. But does that mean he's actually back, or did he just never die at all...? ]
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In some ways, that might be the most real he has been in years.
Still, deep in musings as he was, he still recognizes that face; it's a face that shouldn't be there, walking and breathing, if Guren's information was to be trusted-- the guy may hide a lot of himself, but Akechi doesn't think he would downright lie about this.
Well. Only one way to find out. ]
Dextera-san? [ He tries, inquiring but gentle. ] You're... here.
[ Not dead. But does that mean he's actually back, or did he just never die at all...? ]