You're smarter than this - don't act so goddamn stupid. You think this is lashing out? Shut up, shut up, shut up!
[Every
pitiful twist in his expression is a
fucking gift.
A victory. Dragged down - he'll drag him completely down into rot and muck until nothing remains of Maruki Takuto to worry about and-
He's not worried. Doesn't give a shit. Live or die, the world is cruel. Dog eat dog and they're not even worthy of being called mutts. Maruki will live. Maruki will die. Akechi doesn't give a shit either way.
All he cares about is ripping him apart - miserable, pathetic Maruki.] No, I see everything clearly - more than I ever have. Even in this goddamn rural shithole, there's always someone better. Special. Incredible with others and powerful beyond measure - you don't have to do anything. You just worm your way in like a fucking leech to suck the life out of everyone around you.
[Head stings - hair in fingers, crooked, snaking around joints. His head sting. Hurts. Palm over ear that does nothing to stop the ringing from every tug at his head. Robin Hood's somewhere, Loki's everywhere - it rise, rise, rises with every volatile breath of air.
He can't stop laughing and -
Then he does and-
It's so interesting how fate continues to push him against these unwinnable foes.]
You didn't notice, really? Rumi's parents? Do you really think that's an accident? If you hadn't been distracted, you would have known. You didn't. You failed her and now her life is in shatters. Everything I worked for is following that path - the least you could have done that day is lay down like the ant you are and let someone step on you.
[He's crouching-
Standing-
Back against a wall that's cold, too cold, and he's running hot, too hot and-]
Why am I inferior to you in every goddamn way? The Detective Prince doesn't work with you or anyone here. I just want to be acknowledged and valued. I worked so hard to do this, only to have you look at me like that. Why are you so much better than me?
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[Every
pitiful twist in his expression is a
fucking gift.
A victory. Dragged down - he'll drag him completely down into rot and muck until nothing remains of Maruki Takuto to worry about and-
He's not worried. Doesn't give a shit. Live or die, the world is cruel. Dog eat dog and they're not even worthy of being called mutts. Maruki will live. Maruki will die. Akechi doesn't give a shit either way.
All he cares about is ripping him apart - miserable, pathetic Maruki.] No, I see everything clearly - more than I ever have. Even in this goddamn rural shithole, there's always someone better. Special. Incredible with others and powerful beyond measure - you don't have to do anything. You just worm your way in like a fucking leech to suck the life out of everyone around you.
[Head stings - hair in fingers, crooked, snaking around joints. His head sting. Hurts. Palm over ear that does nothing to stop the ringing from every tug at his head. Robin Hood's somewhere, Loki's everywhere - it rise, rise, rises with every volatile breath of air.
He can't stop laughing and -
Then he does and-
It's so interesting how fate continues to push him against these unwinnable foes.]You didn't notice, really? Rumi's parents? Do you really think that's an accident? If you hadn't been distracted, you would have known. You didn't. You failed her and now her life is in shatters. Everything I worked for is following that path - the least you could have done that day is lay down like the ant you are and let someone step on you.
[He's crouching-
Standing-
Back against a wall that's cold, too cold, and he's running hot, too hot and-]Why am I inferior to you in every goddamn way? The Detective Prince doesn't work with you or anyone here. I just want to be acknowledged and valued. I worked so hard to do this, only to have you look at me like that. Why are you so much better than me?