[If anything, Akechi only presses closer into the blade, hints of that deranged smirk playing at his lips again. Loki still drifts behind him, dwarfed by the height of Satanael.]
I told you. One of us is going to die here.
[He barely seems to move, and yet suddenly the barrel of a gun is pressed to Ren's stomach.]
You searching eternity for the man you killed, doubt clawing at your heart with every step where you don't find me? Why, that's almost romantic. A way to make sure I'll never be forgotten, even if it's only by someone like you.
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[If anything, Akechi only presses closer into the blade, hints of that deranged smirk playing at his lips again. Loki still drifts behind him, dwarfed by the height of Satanael.]
I told you. One of us is going to die here.
[He barely seems to move, and yet suddenly the barrel of a gun is pressed to Ren's stomach.]
You searching eternity for the man you killed, doubt clawing at your heart with every step where you don't find me? Why, that's almost romantic. A way to make sure I'll never be forgotten, even if it's only by someone like you.