[ Compliance, a retraction -- so it seems as Goro relents. ]
A limitless capacity for control that not even the most imprudent and disagreeable of adults can break. Should it be considered comically shameful or a pleasant moment of bewilderment that someone like you manages to do so instead?
[ All mirth, little antipathy, contrary to way back when he declared a semblance of ennui over Akira's ongoing presence. But here Goro is anyway with the usual approach and conversational hook, fishing for Akira's attention -- ulterior motives withering into jarring sentiments retreating from hate. So it goes. ]
But after all this time, it's still nice to see a familiar face. Yours in particular. [ If words are meant to behave as decoys, that's for the beholder to decide; Goro pulls on the attache, but only to benevolently coax Akira into the attic, right in the center of his home; the only thing missing are his friends. ]
Enigmatic as you are, I still assumed all the while that I had you figured out... Suffice to say that the past couple of months have been an invaluable eyeopener, but it's not my place to unravel somebody else's story.
[ Then again, their lives, once linear, are anything but. God or demon may insist on separate scenarios to occur: Akira could acquire mercy, hands absent of blood even as the Phantom Thieves are celebrated and revered, forcing a certain conspiracy to be along its way, and somewhere down the line, whatever 'bond' forged between Akechi & co. will become less so. He'll settle more into his own skin than some role's beckoning, haul Akira back where he belongs because Goro owes him that much; it's not like he cares or anything. ]
... I've caused you a lot of trouble, haven't I? [ Like a belated surrender, arriving way too late, probably no longer matters to begin with. His gaze finally drifts away from Akira's face, studies the blotted dissonance of time and space, how this gradually imploding world will eventually swallow them whole, spit them back out farther away or closer to each other. It's been several cycles for him since Okumura's survival; he had plenty of time to reflect, reconsider experiences past, both braved and secondhand -- ]
But I won't ask for your forgiveness. Just a modicum of your understanding will do... because you're not a murderer, Akira, and I'm not the one your friends need... Why don't I make good on what was imparted to me during that time when I had my fortune read?
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A limitless capacity for control that not even the most imprudent and disagreeable of adults can break. Should it be considered comically shameful or a pleasant moment of bewilderment that someone like you manages to do so instead?
[ All mirth, little antipathy, contrary to way back when he declared a semblance of ennui over Akira's ongoing presence. But here Goro is anyway with the usual approach and conversational hook, fishing for Akira's attention -- ulterior motives withering into jarring sentiments retreating from hate. So it goes. ]
But after all this time, it's still nice to see a familiar face. Yours in particular. [ If words are meant to behave as decoys, that's for the beholder to decide; Goro pulls on the attache, but only to benevolently coax Akira into the attic, right in the center of his home; the only thing missing are his friends. ]
Enigmatic as you are, I still assumed all the while that I had you figured out... Suffice to say that the past couple of months have been an invaluable eyeopener, but it's not my place to unravel somebody else's story.
[ Then again, their lives, once linear, are anything but. God or demon may insist on separate scenarios to occur: Akira could acquire mercy, hands absent of blood even as the Phantom Thieves are celebrated and revered, forcing a certain conspiracy to be along its way, and somewhere down the line, whatever 'bond' forged between Akechi & co. will become less so. He'll settle more into his own skin than some role's beckoning, haul Akira back where he belongs because Goro owes him that much; it's not like he cares or anything. ]
... I've caused you a lot of trouble, haven't I? [ Like a belated surrender, arriving way too late, probably no longer matters to begin with. His gaze finally drifts away from Akira's face, studies the blotted dissonance of time and space, how this gradually imploding world will eventually swallow them whole, spit them back out farther away or closer to each other. It's been several cycles for him since Okumura's survival; he had plenty of time to reflect, reconsider experiences past, both braved and secondhand -- ]
But I won't ask for your forgiveness. Just a modicum of your understanding will do... because you're not a murderer, Akira, and I'm not the one your friends need... Why don't I make good on what was imparted to me during that time when I had my fortune read?