"This is literally the first time I am meeting you-!" The tone of anger slips in his voice again as he regards this young man who can't be the Akira he knows. The Akira he's quite literally indebted to for the sake of his own research, for the sake of others like Sumire or-
Even him.
He wanted to repay his kindness in some way but seeing his doppelganger here, shaking from his own presence is as confusing as it is horrifying. His own hand, even while the bullets of the Riot Gun are still being surgically removed by the scales of his own persona- is only relevant at the back of his mind. He knows very well he needs to be careful. He could try to steal that gun with which- that persona was linked somehow. In that way he could safely escape but... What if its not his arm this time? What if its his entire body? What if its Azathoth?! Because without him he wasn't even sure if he would be standing here right now- knowing how this boy was acting.
He purses his lips together as his arm is once again concealed. Fine, if compassion doesn't work, he won't force it on him. He's sure he has his reasons- if he's anything like the one he knows.
"What made you like this?"
Why are you scared, doctor? Those who reject paradise deserve to be thwarted. This one is one of them.
Maruki takes a deep breath as he regards Azathoth's words- now letting his hands rest on his sides as another tentacle shoots up behind him and grounds itself further- now lifting him as another follows suit. Like a spider backing up on a wall with Maruki at the centre of its body. He tests his proximity with the other- knowing he's threatened but he doesn't do anything just yet.
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"This is literally the first time I am meeting you-!" The tone of anger slips in his voice again as he regards this young man who can't be the Akira he knows. The Akira he's quite literally indebted to for the sake of his own research, for the sake of others like Sumire or-

Even him.
He wanted to repay his kindness in some way but seeing his doppelganger here, shaking from his own presence is as confusing as it is horrifying. His own hand, even while the bullets of the Riot Gun are still being surgically removed by the scales of his own persona- is only relevant at the back of his mind. He knows very well he needs to be careful. He could try to steal that gun with which- that persona was linked somehow. In that way he could safely escape but...
What if its not his arm this time? What if its his entire body? What if its Azathoth?! Because without him he wasn't even sure if he would be standing here right now- knowing how this boy was acting.
He purses his lips together as his arm is once again concealed. Fine, if compassion doesn't work, he won't force it on him. He's sure he has his reasons- if he's anything like the one he knows.
"What made you like this?"
Why are you scared, doctor?
Those who reject paradise deserve to be thwarted. This one is one of them.
Maruki takes a deep breath as he regards Azathoth's words- now letting his hands rest on his sides as another tentacle shoots up behind him and grounds itself further- now lifting him as another follows suit. Like a spider backing up on a wall with Maruki at the centre of its body. He tests his proximity with the other- knowing he's threatened but he doesn't do anything just yet.