[Akechi doesn't stop. Riot Gun continues to shrink the little distance between them, Eigaon attacking the healing tentacle - he doesn't need to look to know exactly where it hovers. Doesn't need to target when his soul knows, remembers, has seen it act, react, and peel itself from the ground time and time again.
Maruki gets one arm. The other is left free. They're close. He can feel laughter against his cheek and it's vile. Finds thrill in it. Wants to choke the rest out him with bruising force.]
Then you've misunderstood where my own allegiance is. Trash like you could never understand. You took the easy route. You're like every other piece of scum in our reality and this one. You want this shit. You think you're so much stronger than this goddamn world. I don't share that sentiment.
[Maruki's laugh rings in his ears. He thinks it's funny. That this ordeal is funny and-
Akechi matches that visceral glee with a cackle all his own. He hates him. He hates Maruki Takuto.
An ego consumed that vial. The power of a god makes him feel untouchable.
But Akechi is touching. Akechi is touching. Akechi is pushing all his weight to throw him to the ground where he can win because he will win and he couldn't win and now he can because Maruki's will has broken with that moment of weakness.
Maruki's weak.
Akechi will exploit it. Twist it. Rip it free from the confines of his heart. Tear into rib after rib to do it.]
But perhaps there's still a way to siphon that trap from your gut.
[Loki begins an onslaught - Riot Gun against them both. Akechi's fingers curling into the fabric of Maruki's shirt as they're shot and-
Unclenches it. Rips his hand to grab a knife pressed into his side and-
Knows it won't matter if he carves every organ out of Maruki's body and lets liquid drench the earth as an offering against his stupidity. He's trapped here. He's trapped here. He trapped himself here. An ideal world is here. Akechi was stupid to think he could be trusted to pull free from it and-
Nothing hurts him. Nothing hurts him. Everything hurts Maruki. Everything will continue to hurt Maruki. Akechi will hurt Maruki with a blade aimed for the stomach, twisting and ripping into his abdomen if he doesn't move.]
cw: gore, violent thoughts, very violent thoughts
Maruki gets one arm. The other is left free. They're close. He can feel laughter against his cheek and it's vile. Finds thrill in it. Wants to choke the rest out him with bruising force.]
Then you've misunderstood where my own allegiance is. Trash like you could never understand. You took the easy route. You're like every other piece of scum in our reality and this one. You want this shit. You think you're so much stronger than this goddamn world. I don't share that sentiment.
[Maruki's laugh rings in his ears. He thinks it's funny. That this ordeal is funny and-
Akechi matches that visceral glee with a cackle all his own. He hates him. He hates Maruki Takuto.
An ego consumed that vial. The power of a god makes him feel untouchable.
But Akechi is touching. Akechi is touching. Akechi is pushing all his weight to throw him to the ground where he can win because he will win and he couldn't win and now he can because Maruki's will has broken with that moment of weakness.
Akechi will exploit it. Twist it. Rip it free from the confines of his heart. Tear into rib after rib to do it.]
But perhaps there's still a way to siphon that trap from your gut.
[Loki begins an onslaught - Riot Gun against them both. Akechi's fingers curling into the fabric of Maruki's shirt as they're shot and-
Unclenches it. Rips his hand to grab a knife pressed into his side and-
Knows it won't matter if he carves every organ out of Maruki's body and lets liquid drench the earth as an offering against his stupidity. He's trapped here. He's trapped here. He trapped himself here. An ideal world is here. Akechi was stupid to think he could be trusted to pull free from it and-
Nothing hurts him. Nothing hurts him. Everything hurts Maruki. Everything will continue to hurt Maruki. Akechi will hurt Maruki with a blade aimed for the stomach, twisting and ripping into his abdomen if he doesn't move.]
You stupid piece of shit!