akechi isn't sure he had expected something like that out of the hermit. he watches her, silently, trying not to show how deeply the words cut new wounds into him. like knives. he hadn't just wanted to change shido's heart: he had wanted to see him suffer. to realize that his own son was the cause for his demise. he had wanted him to die painfully. it all would have been worth it, that pain, to atone for his mother.
there's anger still boiling inside of him, but he's too weak, too disorientated by this palace or whatever it is, to be able to act on it. that? and well, since shido is gone what's the fucking point anymore? what's there to even be angry or, to live for? ]
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akechi isn't sure he had expected something like that out of the hermit. he watches her, silently, trying not to show how deeply the words cut new wounds into him. like knives. he hadn't just wanted to change shido's heart: he had wanted to see him suffer. to realize that his own son was the cause for his demise. he had wanted him to die painfully. it all would have been worth it, that pain, to atone for his mother.
there's anger still boiling inside of him, but he's too weak, too disorientated by this palace or whatever it is, to be able to act on it. that? and well, since shido is gone what's the fucking point anymore? what's there to even be angry or, to live for? ]
Are you done? [ he says it flatly. ]