It's not enough. Ren could be in denial, or his fingers could be numb, that's been happening lately, or—it's just the corpse is right there, inches from Ren's face. All his nightmares made real, everything he would have done and will still do if he stays.
It takes a moment for him to summon the courage to touch the bullet wound, but he does. If the wound is there, he should be able to... poke it. Push his fingers inside it. Right?
His fingers brush over smooth, unbroken skin. They come away red, but when he rubs them against each other, they neither stick together nor slide against each other as though coated in liquid.
"What the fuck," he mumbles. "What the fuck. I've finally lost it." He squeezes his eyes shut. He can't bear to look at the ruin of Akechi's face anymore.
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It takes a moment for him to summon the courage to touch the bullet wound, but he does. If the wound is there, he should be able to... poke it. Push his fingers inside it. Right?
His fingers brush over smooth, unbroken skin. They come away red, but when he rubs them against each other, they neither stick together nor slide against each other as though coated in liquid.
"What the fuck," he mumbles. "What the fuck. I've finally lost it." He squeezes his eyes shut. He can't bear to look at the ruin of Akechi's face anymore.