[A sensation: heat, maybe? Akechi doesn't believe in heaven or hell, or even truly the existence of ghosts in the strictest sense. The idea of an afterlife is nonsense. There are creatures of cognition, of course, souls swimming the human collective unconscious. But it's beyond egotistical to think that most ordinary people, one of literal billions in the world, would have made enough of an impact to join that sea of souls.
But if he were to believe in it, the fires of Hell would certainly be where he'd expect to turn up. He has to wonder if he's going mad to think he can feel that hellfire, or if it even matters in the first place.
That feeling continues to approach, bringing that odd sensation of heat with it, and Akechi can only reach out with increasing desperation. He doesn't know if he has arms to move, but if he did, he'd be grasping at the air, spinning wildly to try to find the source of that feeling, terrified that it might give up on him and leave him to the nothing.]
I exist! [he screams without voice. If he had eyes, they'd be wide and panicked.] Stop wasting my fucking time and condemn me already!
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But if he were to believe in it, the fires of Hell would certainly be where he'd expect to turn up. He has to wonder if he's going mad to think he can feel that hellfire, or if it even matters in the first place.
That feeling continues to approach, bringing that odd sensation of heat with it, and Akechi can only reach out with increasing desperation. He doesn't know if he has arms to move, but if he did, he'd be grasping at the air, spinning wildly to try to find the source of that feeling, terrified that it might give up on him and leave him to the nothing.]
I exist! [he screams without voice. If he had eyes, they'd be wide and panicked.] Stop wasting my fucking time and condemn me already!