[ When something beloved to you is ripped away, the thought can consume you.
It is a testament to how he's come to appreciate all facets of Akechi's presence in Somnius that the statement doesn't knock his consciousness a few clicks to the left, leave him dazed and adrift. He thinks of her, of course. Maruki is always thinking of her regardless, but that conjures up specific, visceral memories–
And a lurch of nausea aside as he sets the phone down and presses his forehead against the cool wooden wall of Eyn Sof, they don't throw him.
Maruki isn't naive enough to think he's getting a better handle on himself. He knows the deep grave of repression that he's buried his memories into is, quite frankly, fucked beyond repair. But there is now one person in Somnius who he thinks he might be able to tell without entering into a tailspin he can't pull himself out of, and that's– saying a lot.
He breathes. Returns to hanging a plant from the wooden beams above the office. Then sits on the floor and picks the phone back up to read the rest. ]
Anger against an unjust world, huh... It's interesting to me that although our circumstances and reasonings are undoubtedly different, the emotional core is the same. I couldn't have put the feeling better myself.
[ But more importantly: What??? ]
A physical mask? You truly had to tear it from your own skin?
Dear god. The cognitive world can be a little on the nose with its symbolism, can't it.
No, jokes aside, that's... horrific, actually. My vow feels ridiculously tame in comparison.
And that's true of other awakenings you've heard of? The mask.
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It is a testament to how he's come to appreciate all facets of Akechi's presence in Somnius that the statement doesn't knock his consciousness a few clicks to the left, leave him dazed and adrift. He thinks of her, of course. Maruki is always thinking of her regardless, but that conjures up specific, visceral memories–
And a lurch of nausea aside as he sets the phone down and presses his forehead against the cool wooden wall of Eyn Sof, they don't throw him.
Maruki isn't naive enough to think he's getting a better handle on himself. He knows the deep grave of repression that he's buried his memories into is, quite frankly, fucked beyond repair. But there is now one person in Somnius who he thinks he might be able to tell without entering into a tailspin he can't pull himself out of, and that's– saying a lot.
He breathes. Returns to hanging a plant from the wooden beams above the office. Then sits on the floor and picks the phone back up to read the rest. ]
Anger against an unjust world, huh... It's interesting to me that although our circumstances and reasonings are undoubtedly different, the emotional core is the same. I couldn't have put the feeling better myself.
[ But more importantly: What??? ]
A physical mask? You truly had to tear it from your own skin?
Dear god. The cognitive world can be a little on the nose with its symbolism, can't it.
No, jokes aside, that's... horrific, actually. My vow feels ridiculously tame in comparison.
And that's true of other awakenings you've heard of? The mask.