[He can hear things. Whispers. The longer he keeps his hands in this intangible pool, the closer he feels to understanding it.]
I can hear you, [he thinks into the fissure.] Reveal yourself.
[So the sound of Ren's voice is startling in its closeness. Akechi yanks his hands out of the fissure and scrambles to his feet, only noticing the extended hand once he's already up. His breath catches in his throat as his eyes sweep over Ren's face, takes in everything from the expression on his face to the set of his posture.]
Ren.
[Belatedly, he wipes the back of his gloved hand against his cheek. He only succeeds in smearing blood across his face, his back stiff with tension.]
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I can hear you, [he thinks into the fissure.] Reveal yourself.
[So the sound of Ren's voice is startling in its closeness. Akechi yanks his hands out of the fissure and scrambles to his feet, only noticing the extended hand once he's already up. His breath catches in his throat as his eyes sweep over Ren's face, takes in everything from the expression on his face to the set of his posture.]
Ren.
[Belatedly, he wipes the back of his gloved hand against his cheek. He only succeeds in smearing blood across his face, his back stiff with tension.]
Are you alright?