A shadowy corner of his mind stirred. Maruki could feel Azathoth siphoning information like smoke curling around a flame. Though distant, his fragmented consciousness processed the scene through the omnipotent eyes of his twisted benefactor. Ever-present.
"A twin," he thought, his mind snapping to attention the moment the word Akechi reached him.
He leaned closer in the mental fog, metaphorically peering through Azathoth’s view. The young man, Kou—he carried himself differently, more grounded than Goro had been. Yet the resemblance was uncanny. The sharp, calculating gaze, the slight downturn of his mouth when he was lost in thought… It was like staring at an echo of Akechi.
Now...he's seen his post but how is he supposed to talk to him? If he isn't careful- he will lose even more memories and having Azathoth looming over that...
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"A twin," he thought, his mind snapping to attention the moment the word Akechi reached him.
He leaned closer in the mental fog, metaphorically peering through Azathoth’s view. The young man, Kou—he carried himself differently, more grounded than Goro had been. Yet the resemblance was uncanny. The sharp, calculating gaze, the slight downturn of his mouth when he was lost in thought… It was like staring at an echo of Akechi.
Now...he's seen his post but how is he supposed to talk to him? If he isn't careful- he will lose even more memories and having Azathoth looming over that...
It's scary to think about.