He's tired. It hurts. He doesn't care. The sensation of serene peace
ripped away
As always.
Can't remember. It's gone with a crack of his eyes, a body turning on instinct, a skull-
Full of a thousand nails all being hit at the same time. Hand to head - both. It's painful - he doesn't care. It doesn't matter. He can't think and it doesn't matter. Fragments of bone in his eyes - it feels like it. Splintering and shattering.
He breathes.
Exhausted. Spent. Experimental movements to check his body for missing parts, missing limbs.
He breathes. Endures. Alive with every spike of agony from a movement too quick, too much.
'You're alright.' And he swallows down bile.
'You're alright.' And he peels fingers out of his hair.
'You're alright' And he can't even sit up. It's so goddamn stupid.
He breathes - fingers against sopping wet grass, chunks of it charred.] Get up.
[To Maruki. To him. He doesn't move - can't. Throat hurts - voice hoarse, choked out. Every word pushed. Forced. His head hurts. Pounding, aching, a thousand nails in, ten thousand to go.
'You're alright.'
He's alright.
Maruki's alright. Akechi doesn't have to see a breathing body to confirm it.]
2/2
He's awake. He's awake.
Awake.
He's awake.
Get upIt hurts.
He's tired. It hurts. He doesn't care. The sensation of serene peaceripped away
As always.Can't remember. It's gone with a crack of his eyes, a body turning on instinct, a skull-
Full of a thousand nails all being hit at the same time. Hand to head - both. It's painful - he doesn't care. It doesn't matter. He can't think and it doesn't matter. Fragments of bone in his eyes - it feels like it. Splintering and shattering.
He breathes.
Exhausted. Spent. Experimental movements to check his body for missing parts, missing limbs.
He breathes. Endures. Alive with every spike of agony from a movement too quick, too much.
'You're alright.' And he swallows down bile.
'You're alright.' And he peels fingers out of his hair.
'You're alright' And he can't even sit up. It's so goddamn stupid.
He breathes - fingers against sopping wet grass, chunks of it charred.] Get up.
[To Maruki. To him. He doesn't move - can't. Throat hurts - voice hoarse, choked out. Every word pushed. Forced. His head hurts. Pounding, aching, a thousand nails in, ten thousand to go.
'You're alright.'
He's alright.
Maruki's alright. Akechi doesn't have to see a breathing body to confirm it.]
We're fine.
[As always.]