[ sometimes he wishes Ren Amamiya had formed a Palace. a landscape that Akechi could have combed through with a fine-tooth comb to understand what the fuck is going on in his head — what the world must look like through his eyes to be this stubbornly, stupidly naive. he doesn't know what Ren even sees in him to make this effort worthwhile. he's already proven himself useless; fooled not just by Shido, but Yaldabaoth, nothing more than a puppet his whole life. and beyond that, what does he have?
it's blindness. it has to be. it's this idiotic, starry-eyed faith in a better world that doesn't exist, one that Akechi would never be a part of even if it did. and when that wears off in time, he'll be tossed aside again, the same as always. ]
I'm not one of your projects, you know. My heart was never changed.
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it's blindness. it has to be. it's this idiotic, starry-eyed faith in a better world that doesn't exist, one that Akechi would never be a part of even if it did. and when that wears off in time, he'll be tossed aside again, the same as always. ]
I'm not one of your projects, you know.
My heart was never changed.
And there was no saving me.