[ And when Goro laughs, the sound is barbed and muddled before cutting into a flash of a wistful frown, gaze downcast and pondering. He pretends to not have caught any of that. ]
Smokes and mirrors. You never should. Experience will tell you so.
[ So he says, but Goro seems a touch distracted. A slight tilt of his head, eyes focused on Akira again, like if he were to look at him hard enough, the blueprint of the boy's being will sustain itself a little while longer. He figures it shouldn't be made into such a big deal, at first; with every cycle where his consciousness sits dormant, it'll just seem like a bad dream, a little break from another year of gradual decay. But these little reunions are hardly a promised thing anymore; it takes longer now to find him again, and one day, he might wake up to newer 'worlds', realizing that the Akira he has always known will never return to him again.
Back then, Goro may have reveled over that: Akira, seemingly saturnine and miserable. Not today -- or ever, perhaps. ]
My life doesn't require your consideration. You're better off forgetting all about me, remain content in the ending you've worked so hard for. Anyone else would have. They'd realize that I've nothing to offer. Just a plethora of losses, emptier gains, if any. It's pointless to humor this superfluous bullshit more than you already have, especially with someone who has never hesitated with their attempts in killing you.
[ His eyes are less round with feigned schoolboy innocence, more slanted and brooding, even as they shine -- knowing. ]
... But I've learned the hard way, again. So it seems. No matter what I've said and done, you're that fool, the only fool, to keep me around, who never treated me differently despite how I'd deserve it anyway... Thanks, and -- [ Finally, Goro reaches for the attache -- ] I'm sorr --
[ A touch of the case's handle, then nothingness. ]
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Smokes and mirrors. You never should. Experience will tell you so.
[ So he says, but Goro seems a touch distracted. A slight tilt of his head, eyes focused on Akira again, like if he were to look at him hard enough, the blueprint of the boy's being will sustain itself a little while longer. He figures it shouldn't be made into such a big deal, at first; with every cycle where his consciousness sits dormant, it'll just seem like a bad dream, a little break from another year of gradual decay. But these little reunions are hardly a promised thing anymore; it takes longer now to find him again, and one day, he might wake up to newer 'worlds', realizing that the Akira he has always known will never return to him again.
Back then, Goro may have reveled over that: Akira, seemingly saturnine and miserable. Not today -- or ever, perhaps. ]
My life doesn't require your consideration. You're better off forgetting all about me, remain content in the ending you've worked so hard for. Anyone else would have. They'd realize that I've nothing to offer. Just a plethora of losses, emptier gains, if any. It's pointless to humor this superfluous bullshit more than you already have, especially with someone who has never hesitated with their attempts in killing you.
[ His eyes are less round with feigned schoolboy innocence, more slanted and brooding, even as they shine -- knowing. ]
... But I've learned the hard way, again. So it seems. No matter what I've said and done, you're that fool, the only fool, to keep me around, who never treated me differently despite how I'd deserve it anyway... Thanks, and -- [ Finally, Goro reaches for the attache -- ] I'm sorr --
[ A touch of the case's handle, then nothingness. ]