(God, Akechi talking again was such a relief for his brain. It had almost drained all his energy, the never-ending explaining and sharing, and he almost resorted to putting a pin in this conversation should he have to continue. Not that it would make much of a difference - it's not like they get to rest their brains here.
He listens, though. It brings a gloom to Ren's face, not as much as regret but more of anger, again. Just how messed up can they get? Either way.)
If I'm right, isn't all this even more reason to do it?
(Just. Allow themselves to be at peace, doing whatever they want if their fates are once more wrapped in an unfair game with almost no chances of winning. At least for the time being.)
I'd hate it.
(A beat.)
But what's right is right. This fight not about me, after all.
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He listens, though. It brings a gloom to Ren's face, not as much as regret but more of anger, again. Just how messed up can they get? Either way.)
If I'm right, isn't all this even more reason to do it?
(Just. Allow themselves to be at peace, doing whatever they want if their fates are once more wrapped in an unfair game with almost no chances of winning. At least for the time being.)
I'd hate it.
(A beat.)
But what's right is right. This fight not about me, after all.