[ Ren's eyes flick between the new Akechi and the butterfly. With no one but Igor and a cognitive butterfly to see him, his expression is flatter and more calculating than usual, as he tries to figure out what in the hell is going on.
He addresses the butterfly. ] You're not like... Akechi's soul or something, right? He wouldn't be a butterfly.
[ And how is the butterfly supposed to respond, he asks himself irritably. Obviously cognitive or not—and it also hasn't escaped him that the butterfly is bright blue and was fluttering around Igor, who rules a very blue room—it's still a fucking bug. ]
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He addresses the butterfly. ] You're not like... Akechi's soul or something, right? He wouldn't be a butterfly.
[ And how is the butterfly supposed to respond, he asks himself irritably. Obviously cognitive or not—and it also hasn't escaped him that the butterfly is bright blue and was fluttering around Igor, who rules a very blue room—it's still a fucking bug. ]