The Akira stares at him carefully- tilting his head when Kou talks back to him. There's a flicker of something else, recognition in those grey eyes.
"I am afraid this circus was Takuto’s wish," he hums, voice dripping with an almost mocking patience. He crosses one leg over the other, his movements unnaturally fluid, like the joints weren’t quite connected right. “I am simply giving him what he wanted.”
"And oh I know that it wasn't you who shot your Ren," The figure sighs, the sound full of feigned disappointment, like a parent humoring a child’s missteps. "It was Goro Akechi. You two—played your lives into a single note. Harmonized in a way that few can. Somehow, you understood each other better than... some others.”" He is not willing to answer any of Kou's statements or doubts- but the way he looks at his hands to the way his eyes dart to the door, there's something inhuman crawling in each little twitch and action he undertakes. "The tape is exactly where it should be. If you traverse the maze for a little longer- you will find it."
He stands—or tries to. His hand phases through the edge of the sofa as though it wasn’t even there, and for the briefest second, his face flickers. Anomalous. Too sharp in places, too vague in others, like a drawing smeared in the rain.
The room shudders. Its false atmosphere—its shaky grasp at realism—snaps apart into shadowed ruin.
"Without me you are nothing, Maruki-san," Akira continues- smiling brightly with teeth that are too wide for him. Like an anomaly drawn from memory- except something was deeply wrong with the mind. "Your research would have been nothing and now you betray me...tell me, how can you trust anyone but me?"
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"I am afraid this circus was Takuto’s wish," he hums, voice dripping with an almost mocking patience. He crosses one leg over the other, his movements unnaturally fluid, like the joints weren’t quite connected right. “I am simply giving him what he wanted.”
"And oh I know that it wasn't you who shot your Ren," The figure sighs, the sound full of feigned disappointment, like a parent humoring a child’s missteps. "It was Goro Akechi. You two—played your lives into a single note. Harmonized in a way that few can. Somehow, you understood each other better than... some others.”" He is not willing to answer any of Kou's statements or doubts- but the way he looks at his hands to the way his eyes dart to the door, there's something inhuman crawling in each little twitch and action he undertakes.
"The tape is exactly where it should be. If you traverse the maze for a little longer- you will find it."
He stands—or tries to. His hand phases through the edge of the sofa as though it wasn’t even there, and for the briefest second, his face flickers. Anomalous. Too sharp in places, too vague in others, like a drawing smeared in the rain.
The room shudders. Its false atmosphere—its shaky grasp at realism—snaps apart into shadowed ruin.
"Without me you are nothing, Maruki-san," Akira continues- smiling brightly with teeth that are too wide for him. Like an anomaly drawn from memory- except something was deeply wrong with the mind. "Your research would have been nothing and now you betray me...tell me, how can you trust anyone but me?"