[ It's a relief that Akechi does seem to take him at his word, and doesn't fight it. And promises the same.
A hesitation in his heart. Does he trust it?
He thinks he does.
On the off chance he's wrong, though, and Akechi goes on a path of destruction against him upon their return– well, it would devastate him on several personal levels. But it wouldn't matter for long. It would be undone, like every other grave injustice, every pain point, every mistake. An ideal reality is only days away.
He would like to have that chess match and tempura udon first, though.
But more than all of that– ]
Ah. I'd been waiting to learn your thoughts on the matter. History does seem to indicate that it isn't a given that we'll remember, but...
[ He spends so much of his time poring over the network, the notes from Lioriley. Gathering information in casual conversations and counseling alike with dreamers who have been here long enough to lose someone. ]
For whatever it's worth, I don't intend to lose my memories either. I've only been here one month, and I can't imagine returning to the man that I was. Like a puppet.
It's funny. Akechi lets out a quiet laugh - soft and acerbic.
Maruki won't return to be a puppet and Akechi-
Will return to dancing on goddamn strings for everyone. Will be the puppet master for others. Play the part of a mindless doll himself until he's able to reveal everything - to the world. To Shido.]
I'm glad to hear it. No one should live their life as some mindless puppet in someone else's world. I refuse to accept a reality concocted by someone else and let them control my memories, my feelings-
[He finishes off the room temperature coffee. It's gross.]
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A hesitation in his heart. Does he trust it?
He thinks he does.
On the off chance he's wrong, though, and Akechi goes on a path of destruction against him upon their return– well, it would devastate him on several personal levels. But it wouldn't matter for long. It would be undone, like every other grave injustice, every pain point, every mistake. An ideal reality is only days away.
He would like to have that chess match and tempura udon first, though.
But more than all of that– ]
Ah. I'd been waiting to learn your thoughts on the matter. History does seem to indicate that it isn't a given that we'll remember, but...
[ He spends so much of his time poring over the network, the notes from Lioriley. Gathering information in casual conversations and counseling alike with dreamers who have been here long enough to lose someone. ]
For whatever it's worth, I don't intend to lose my memories either. I've only been here one month, and I can't imagine returning to the man that I was. Like a puppet.
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It's funny. Akechi lets out a quiet laugh - soft and acerbic.
Maruki won't return to be a puppet and Akechi-
Will return to dancing on goddamn strings for everyone. Will be the puppet master for others. Play the part of a mindless doll himself until he's able to reveal everything - to the world. To Shido.]
I'm glad to hear it. No one should live their life as some mindless puppet in someone else's world. I refuse to accept a reality concocted by someone else and let them control my memories, my feelings-
[He finishes off the room temperature coffee. It's gross.]
No, I won't forget and neither will you.