[The pitch in Maruki's voice is erratic - softer, louder, settling into muted nothing. A hand shaking in his and-
Akechi maneuvers it so Maruki is grasping his shoulder - stability, support. He'll walk on his fucking own because this is a fight he picked, a battle he knew would happen and there's no sympathy in his body. Not an ounce of care in his voice. It's only annoyance plastered on his own blood splattered face.]
Shut up and move. It's a long walk - if you pass out, I'm not carrying you.
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Akechi maneuvers it so Maruki is grasping his shoulder - stability, support. He'll walk on his fucking own because this is a fight he picked, a battle he knew would happen and there's no sympathy in his body. Not an ounce of care in his voice. It's only annoyance plastered on his own blood splattered face.]
Shut up and move. It's a long walk - if you pass out, I'm not carrying you.