[He wavers when he hears that thought, but doesn't stop. If anything, he walks more quickly, deliberately shutting down and doing his best to think of nothing at all. He has to figure out how to control this. Maybe communicate with some others once he has a better sense of it, learn how to use it to his advantage. Learn how to filter out the thoughts he needs to keep to himself.
It's... odd, seeing the number of fissures, feeling the aftershocks, hearing the faint sound of screaming. He doesn't know how to feel, other than a kind of regretfulness that some of the buildings in Kichijoji were damaged. Should he be sorry for causing this? He isn't.
By the time Ren comes back, Akechi's cleaned up and done some investigation himself. He looks -- normal. As if nothing had happened. His saw sword, now clean, rests near the door like always.
He's not at peace. Far from it. But he can at least act the part, even if he's had to bandage the cut on his face and take care of countless other small wounds. His forceful ejection from Mementos hadn't exactly been gentle.]
I'm here.
[His voice is carefully modulated to indifference; he's seated out on one of the balconies, a glass of water in his hand. A part of him wonders if it'd be better if it were alcohol; a part of him thinks it's better that it's not.]
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It's... odd, seeing the number of fissures, feeling the aftershocks, hearing the faint sound of screaming. He doesn't know how to feel, other than a kind of regretfulness that some of the buildings in Kichijoji were damaged. Should he be sorry for causing this? He isn't.
By the time Ren comes back, Akechi's cleaned up and done some investigation himself. He looks -- normal. As if nothing had happened. His saw sword, now clean, rests near the door like always.
He's not at peace. Far from it. But he can at least act the part, even if he's had to bandage the cut on his face and take care of countless other small wounds. His forceful ejection from Mementos hadn't exactly been gentle.]
I'm here.
[His voice is carefully modulated to indifference; he's seated out on one of the balconies, a glass of water in his hand. A part of him wonders if it'd be better if it were alcohol; a part of him thinks it's better that it's not.]