[That odd shiver of the cognition around them catches his attention, for sure; he hesitates, at that crossroads with his eyes wide open. Keep walking, and he'll end up at his destination—Ren dead on the 20th, assuming Akechi can be the only one to pull it off, with the extra information he's been given. History falling into place, the way he desires it. Shido in the palm of his hand, knowing some small measure of what he's made Akechi suffer. And after that?
He doesn't know. Death; or prison, with death at the end. He made his peace with that one long ago; skipping out on what he's done has never been for him. All those cage bars, all the puppet strings, all those expectations lifted, once and for all. Finally.
Or perhaps it will be as the others say. Ren will be what Akechi hopes for, for one shining moment. He'll fight back. He'll survive, and get into the Palace—the Palace, the only one that counts. And Akechi will follow. Only to die there, with all those payments come due?
You either play by the rules of a rigged game, choose not to play—which isn't an option—or you hope that something knocks the table.... But Akechi plans to do a little table-rocking of his own. And if there's some secret, some clue, some forbidden data point that will change his future—he wants to hear it.
He ducks into the alley in turn, catching up with older-Akechi, falling easily into place at his side.]
I think you know there's no walking the path I was on, any longer. Knowing what I do now inevitably changes my course. [Ship metaphors, Akechi, really?]
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He doesn't know. Death; or prison, with death at the end. He made his peace with that one long ago; skipping out on what he's done has never been for him. All those cage bars, all the puppet strings, all those expectations lifted, once and for all. Finally.
Or perhaps it will be as the others say. Ren will be what Akechi hopes for, for one shining moment. He'll fight back. He'll survive, and get into the Palace—the Palace, the only one that counts. And Akechi will follow. Only to die there, with all those payments come due?
You either play by the rules of a rigged game, choose not to play—which isn't an option—or you hope that something knocks the table.... But Akechi plans to do a little table-rocking of his own. And if there's some secret, some clue, some forbidden data point that will change his future—he wants to hear it.
He ducks into the alley in turn, catching up with older-Akechi, falling easily into place at his side.]
I think you know there's no walking the path I was on, any longer. Knowing what I do now inevitably changes my course. [Ship metaphors, Akechi, really?]