His gaze hovers over the screen, watching those words fleeting over through the network as he winced to himself and wondered just how different things would have been if he knew how to contact others before this.
If he didn't simply just rush head first into everything, considered his chances a little more and maybe if he had been a bit more calculative.
Like that Maruki was...in their tape.
He had a vision. A dream. He was driven by them, motivated by them, fuelled in each step as he adjusted his glasses with the lenses growing foggier by the minute. That Maruki helped them, didn't he?
So why did it happen like that?
He was always lenient on others who never wanted to make a decision. He understood that because sometimes, making a choice on the fly, wasn't easy. Maruki was never the type to be indecisive really, he made peace with his choices- even if they were all too easy or a blatant shortcut. They were his.
And now.
Now he doesn't know what the hell he's even supposed to do in this situation.
Maruki grits his teeth, phone left on his lap as he curled up on himself, wanting to simply tell himself that no, it wasn't him! He's not responsible for this-! but he did make the decision of helping people in anyway he can.
And he would have helped his own Akira-kun if he suffered from a relentless life. Which he did. He found it admirable even when that boy pushed through and spear headed against the system that wronged him. His spark and his knowledge of pushing against all possibilities. To make the impossible possible
He would've...
He would've...
Maruki finds his bearings nearly collapsing as he finds himself before Leblanc again.
He can't help but be reminscent of the fact that this was the place that started all of this in a way. The existence of Mementos, the possibility of reaching all of mankind's heart and reaping out the sorrow nestled in their hearts.
He...accomplished that, didn't he?
I am here.
He sighs, pushing open the door, preparing himself for the worst.
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His gaze hovers over the screen, watching those words fleeting over through the network as he winced to himself and wondered just how different things would have been if he knew how to contact others before this.
If he didn't simply just rush head first into everything, considered his chances a little more and maybe if he had been a bit more calculative.
Like that Maruki was...in their tape.
He had a vision. A dream. He was driven by them, motivated by them, fuelled in each step as he adjusted his glasses with the lenses growing foggier by the minute. That Maruki helped them, didn't he?
So why did it happen like that?
He was always lenient on others who never wanted to make a decision. He understood that because sometimes, making a choice on the fly, wasn't easy. Maruki was never the type to be indecisive really, he made peace with his choices- even if they were all too easy or a blatant shortcut. They were his.
And now.
Now he doesn't know what the hell he's even supposed to do in this situation.
Maruki grits his teeth, phone left on his lap as he curled up on himself, wanting to simply tell himself that no, it wasn't him! He's not responsible for this-! but he did make the decision of helping people in anyway he can.
And he would have helped his own Akira-kun if he suffered from a relentless life. Which he did. He found it admirable even when that boy pushed through and spear headed against the system that wronged him. His spark and his knowledge of pushing against all possibilities. To make the impossible possible
He would've...
He would've...
Maruki finds his bearings nearly collapsing as he finds himself before Leblanc again.
He can't help but be reminscent of the fact that this was the place that started all of this in a way. The existence of Mementos, the possibility of reaching all of mankind's heart and reaping out the sorrow nestled in their hearts.
He...accomplished that, didn't he?
I am here.
He sighs, pushing open the door, preparing himself for the worst.