[ He hates this. He hates this. He hates this. He hates this. He hates this. He hates this.
The words force themselves out from between grit teeth. ]
It has to do with addressing emotional wounds. Please contain your shock.
[ A sharp left. They're definitely heading for the lake now. To do what? Maruki doesn't know. Skip stones. Throw himself in. Every muscle in his body seethes with tension. ]
Azathoth has the ability to understand what would make a person happiest. Give them their ideal life, so to speak. Alleviate the source of pain holding them back. Whatever you want to call it. But it isn't the same as a change of heart. Nothing gets taken away. It's more like–
[ Stomach lurching, vision swimming. He stays perfectly upright, doesn't falter for a single step, doesn't slow his pace. Doesn't look at Akechi.
It's more like– ]
Granting a wish.
[ A sharp exhale, another mirthless laugh. ]
Do you remember when I told you how crazy I felt, arriving here right after it manifested? Thinking that I made it up in my own head? That wasn't the half of it. I arrived in a place contingent on wishes being granted. It was– well, you can imagine.
[ Has he ever sounded this angry around Akechi when it wasn't directed at him? He can't feel his hands in his pockets anymore, crammed so deeply, fists clenched so hard. He doesn't know what he's mad at. Himself. This reality. Any reality. ]
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The words force themselves out from between grit teeth. ]
It has to do with addressing emotional wounds. Please contain your shock.
[ A sharp left. They're definitely heading for the lake now. To do what? Maruki doesn't know. Skip stones. Throw himself in. Every muscle in his body seethes with tension. ]
Azathoth has the ability to understand what would make a person happiest. Give them their ideal life, so to speak. Alleviate the source of pain holding them back. Whatever you want to call it. But it isn't the same as a change of heart. Nothing gets taken away. It's more like–
[ Stomach lurching, vision swimming. He stays perfectly upright, doesn't falter for a single step, doesn't slow his pace. Doesn't look at Akechi.
It's more like– ]
Granting a wish.
[ A sharp exhale, another mirthless laugh. ]
Do you remember when I told you how crazy I felt, arriving here right after it manifested? Thinking that I made it up in my own head? That wasn't the half of it. I arrived in a place contingent on wishes being granted. It was– well, you can imagine.
[ Has he ever sounded this angry around Akechi when it wasn't directed at him? He can't feel his hands in his pockets anymore, crammed so deeply, fists clenched so hard. He doesn't know what he's mad at. Himself. This reality. Any reality. ]