Akira freezes as he looks at him like he just caught him stealing cookies. His expression remains the same, apologetic before there is a glimmer of amusement passing through. "Me? Snooping? I just saved your planner from spilling," he continues casually which in honesty is still true considering he didn't particularly glance at anything specific. But the gears in his mind was already turning.
He shuts the case close and raises his hands in mock surrender- letting him know he isn't planning to poke more.
But what does this mean?
Having someone this early from the usual timeline- wouldn't that prove to be dangerous if by some potential off chance- this Akechi leaves with memories retained? Advice from Akechis and Akiras (or Rens) from the future...
That line of thought halts as Akechi goes more into the contents of the tape. Akira grows quiet. The amusement dies as a slow breath heaves through his lips- downturned as he mentioned Wakaba. Futaba's mother. The bright scientist wronged by the hands of Masayoshi Shido. "Huh." Trying to save her. It had all started with that, didn't it? The first time Akira tried to rectify his mistakes. The possession. Dread crawled within his skin as he clutches himself tighter- the tape now tucked into his chest.
He's grown fully quiet. Mind trapped within the boundaries of the tape with Akechi's voice echoing distantly.
"The original timeline, yeah," he answers after a long time- chuckling to himself as he balls his fist and grits his teeth. "Of course. Yeah. The red eyes." He watched it all. The twist was that instead of Yaldaboath killing him, he tried to kill Futaba in her own body. Like Wakaba. A sick fucking thing to do and all this time- in all these timelines he's fighting against a wild force like him while making up to Akechi's rule for living with the consequences of the present.
"...excuse me for a bit," he finally says after a long time and if Akechi did speak in between he doesn't answer him. His fingers creak into the tape- force tad bit stronger than normal.
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But the gears in his mind was already turning.
He shuts the case close and raises his hands in mock surrender- letting him know he isn't planning to poke more.
But what does this mean?
Having someone this early from the usual timeline- wouldn't that prove to be dangerous if by some potential off chance- this Akechi leaves with memories retained? Advice from Akechis and Akiras (or Rens) from the future...
That line of thought halts as Akechi goes more into the contents of the tape.
Akira grows quiet. The amusement dies as a slow breath heaves through his lips- downturned as he mentioned Wakaba. Futaba's mother. The bright scientist wronged by the hands of Masayoshi Shido. "Huh." Trying to save her. It had all started with that, didn't it? The first time Akira tried to rectify his mistakes. The possession. Dread crawled within his skin as he clutches himself tighter- the tape now tucked into his chest.
He's grown fully quiet. Mind trapped within the boundaries of the tape with Akechi's voice echoing distantly.
"The original timeline, yeah," he answers after a long time- chuckling to himself as he balls his fist and grits his teeth. "Of course. Yeah. The red eyes." He watched it all. The twist was that instead of Yaldaboath killing him, he tried to kill Futaba in her own body. Like Wakaba. A sick fucking thing to do and all this time- in all these timelines he's fighting against a wild force like him while making up to Akechi's rule for living with the consequences of the present.
"...excuse me for a bit," he finally says after a long time and if Akechi did speak in between he doesn't answer him. His fingers creak into the tape- force tad bit stronger than normal.