[ There it is again, that invocation of Rumi's name. Not said quietly in an empty bath house, spelled out in stark black and white before him. He won't forget.
The sun's gone down. The windows have all been closed up save for the one in his room. He likes to sleep with the warm breeze on his face.
Dinner has already been made and put away. He'll happily go back down to fix up a reheated plate for Akechi and sit with him while he eats.
Maybe that's a way he could have simplified those messages into their base sentiment. What drives him? Having a person around who he's always happy to see. Since that rescue in the marketplace. ]
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The sun's gone down. The windows have all been closed up save for the one in his room. He likes to sleep with the warm breeze on his face.
Dinner has already been made and put away. He'll happily go back down to fix up a reheated plate for Akechi and sit with him while he eats.
Maybe that's a way he could have simplified those messages into their base sentiment. What drives him? Having a person around who he's always happy to see. Since that rescue in the marketplace. ]
Thanks, Akechi. It will continue.
Take care coming home. See you.