[Akechi takes a solid five minutes in his bedroom, looking at the picture. Misses this beautiful, caring, warm figure that was his mother, one of the very few people that made him feel like home. Yet he inevitably ruined her life and drove her to her early grave... all just by existing.
It should not be him here, getting a second chance. It should be her. She deserved her life... not Akechi, whose hands were drenched in blood. The longer he looks at the picture... the more reality hurts. But at least... now he's been refreshed on just what she looks like.
Finally, he returns to the living room. Kurama is... still here, of course. Quietly, he walks over, and takes a seat next to him again, leaning back heavily into the couch. His gaze is distant.
He lifts up his hands, and signs.]
Did you know? She killed herself because of me.
[As he lowers his hands he just looks... tired. Tired of being a burden. A curse. Have things even really gotten better, between him and Akira? As much as logic dictates yes, in some ways they still feel so far apart. In some ways, he feels like he's still a curse, still making Akira's life harder than easier.
He draws his legs up on the couch, wraps his arms around them, then lets his forehead rest on his knees with a heavy sigh. One hand comes up.]
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Date: 2018-04-21 12:59 am (UTC)It should not be him here, getting a second chance. It should be her. She deserved her life... not Akechi, whose hands were drenched in blood. The longer he looks at the picture... the more reality hurts. But at least... now he's been refreshed on just what she looks like.
Finally, he returns to the living room. Kurama is... still here, of course. Quietly, he walks over, and takes a seat next to him again, leaning back heavily into the couch. His gaze is distant.
He lifts up his hands, and signs.]
Did you know? She killed herself because of me.
[As he lowers his hands he just looks... tired. Tired of being a burden. A curse. Have things even really gotten better, between him and Akira? As much as logic dictates yes, in some ways they still feel so far apart. In some ways, he feels like he's still a curse, still making Akira's life harder than easier.
He draws his legs up on the couch, wraps his arms around them, then lets his forehead rest on his knees with a heavy sigh. One hand comes up.]
Sorry.
[He's not exactly pleasant company right now.]