[at current, he's sitting in a puddle where his body heat has started to melt the snow around him, toying with a full bloom, twirling it between bloodied fingers. he looks up when Akechi crouches down next to him, though, his eyes half-lidded and glassy. tired]
Dying, apparently. [a beat] So much for my avoiding fate.
[has it come up that he dies, thinks he dies, back home? he can't remember. sorry if that's news]
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Dying, apparently. [a beat] So much for my avoiding fate.
[has it come up that he dies, thinks he dies, back home? he can't remember. sorry if that's news]