[Akechi doesn't hear someone approaching. It's all silent, peaceful, dreadfully boring. He can recognize that there once was a part of him who would chafe at the silence, a part of him that wants to scream and rail and destroy something so perfect.
He can't muster the energy to even sob. What is he? A ghost? Is his consciousness strung together by molecules and atoms, floating along until a solar wind tears the last fragments of his mind apart?
He doesn't see or hear Izumi, but he can sense him somehow. He can feel his thoughts, but he can't hear his words. Perhaps the origin of these thoughts is another disembodied ghost?]
Hello? [he thinks, feeling somewhat stupid for even trying.] Can you hear me?
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He can't muster the energy to even sob. What is he? A ghost? Is his consciousness strung together by molecules and atoms, floating along until a solar wind tears the last fragments of his mind apart?
He doesn't see or hear Izumi, but he can sense him somehow. He can feel his thoughts, but he can't hear his words. Perhaps the origin of these thoughts is another disembodied ghost?]
Hello? [he thinks, feeling somewhat stupid for even trying.] Can you hear me?