[ ...and the unblinking distance in Ren's face splinters. His eyes widen with shock, then with fury, and he actually starts to snarl, reaching not for the knife in his pocket but for the bigger, meaner one sheathed behind his back.
Then he remembers who he's talking to, and he forces his hand back down. But he can't make himself stop fucking... fucking vibrating, like he's a gong and Akechi hit him with a giant mallet. ]
No, I didn't fucking shoot him. You're projecting.
[ His voice cracks halfway through. Maybe he hasn't shot Akechi, but he's thought about it so much that he sees it when he closes his eyes all the same. He hasn't shot Akechi, but if he'd been brought here two weeks later, his answer would be different. And even now, if he can't figure something out in time, if he doesn't make up his mind—
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Then he remembers who he's talking to, and he forces his hand back down. But he can't make himself stop fucking... fucking vibrating, like he's a gong and Akechi hit him with a giant mallet. ]
No, I didn't fucking shoot him. You're projecting.
[ His voice cracks halfway through. Maybe he hasn't shot Akechi, but he's thought about it so much that he sees it when he closes his eyes all the same. He hasn't shot Akechi, but if he'd been brought here two weeks later, his answer would be different. And even now, if he can't figure something out in time, if he doesn't make up his mind—
He hasn't shot Akechi yet. That's all. ]