[it's. . . difficult for Akira to truly hate Akechi, despite everything. trust and friendship would have to be earned, of course, and forgiveness was still a very long ways off. but sometimes, when Akira thinks about it, he wonders--]
[what would've happened if he had tried a little harder? if he hadn't distrusted Akechi from the very getgo? if he had actually tried to be his friend earlier, rather than keeping him at an arm's length? the guilt is difficult to shake, and it's part of what spurs Akira's actions even now. despite the lingering wariness that still nibbles at the back of his brain]
I've been sitting on it since I got here.
[HAR HAR. . . that response is equally as bland. once they reach the tavern, Akira pushes the door open, stepping aside so Akechi can enter first]
You can say that actually being able to use it has lifted my spirits.
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[what would've happened if he had tried a little harder? if he hadn't distrusted Akechi from the very getgo? if he had actually tried to be his friend earlier, rather than keeping him at an arm's length? the guilt is difficult to shake, and it's part of what spurs Akira's actions even now. despite the lingering wariness that still nibbles at the back of his brain]
I've been sitting on it since I got here.
[HAR HAR. . . that response is equally as bland. once they reach the tavern, Akira pushes the door open, stepping aside so Akechi can enter first]
You can say that actually being able to use it has lifted my spirits.
[get it again]
[spirits]
[like dead spirits]