[ The weight lifts, and Maruki pushes himself to sit upright as well. A hand over his solar plexus– his shirt is slashed and bloodied, but the skin beneath perfectly pristine, even more so than when the Tentacle of Healing patches him up when things go too far. Utterly bizarre... ]
You didn't have it before, did you? I distinctly remember you telling me Robin Hood had no healing capabilities.
[Akechi wasn't wrong - there's a caveat to revive. This isn't diarahan. ❤️
He doesn't meet Maruki's eyes because he can already visualize the expression that will follow. Instead, he plucks at some bloody grass. Not the bloodbath he wanted in full. A shame.]
This is revival, not healing. I never said it couldn't bring you back from death.
[Also? He never wanted this shit back. ]
It's a completely useless and worthless skill. It wasn't worth mentioning.
[ Revival is basically souped up healing, isn't it? Ah, well. It's not worth arguing. Maruki stretches his arms out in front of him, rotating his wrists and then folding forward to reach toward his toes. He feels good... Spry, even... ]
I would say it has at least a little worth. I appreciate you using it on me, whether it was intentional or not.
[ He turns his head to look over, eyebrows raised. ]
Well? Should we go back inside and clean up, or are you not satisfied?
Maruki drank the potion. He is tied to this world. Akechi will leave him here when the time comes to pull away and the cost of this is made apparent.
No, he isn't satisfied at all.
He pushes himself up from the ground anyway because it's done. Maruki's an adult. A decision was made and those consequences are his to live with forever. Akechi isn't going to save him from choices made.]
Before we go, I want to make one thing clear. Listen closely.
[For once, Akechi feels like he's the one looking down from an ivory tower.]
I don't associate with weaklings. I don't spend my time among those who take easy outs and allow cheap tricks to fool them. You're a disappointment to me right now.
[Completely, utterly and-]
But I'll allow you the opportunity to redeem yourself in time. If you truly want to leave together-
[He's furious - it's still on the tip of his tongue, at the edge of his voice.]
Don't do this shit again. This isn't a second chance - it's your final one. Do you understand?
[ There is something cosmically hilarious about Akechi Goro, of all people – Akechi Goro, who just murdered him – telling him he has one final chance to be a good, solid ally and redeem himself.
Maruki hasn't been keeping track, so he has to wonder how many chances Akechi is on now. It doesn't matter when the caps is infinite, he supposes.
He bites down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep his expression neutral, and pushes himself up to stand too. He won't allow Akechi to look down on him like that for long. ]
I won't give you a reason to doubt my convictions again.
[ And he extends a hand, still stained red, to shake. ]
[Akechi reaches for Maruki's hand with his own glove soaked in the same blood, viscera and liquid that coats the ground.
In the end-
It won't matter how many potions he drinks or cults he joins. Akechi will beat the shit out of him and-
Won't hesitate to leave him behind.
Might, just a little, if a hand extends his way.
His hand drops to rest against his side, the other on his hip.]
For the record, that skill revives, but doesn't replace your stamina nor does it negate the fact your body was torn to shreds. I would advise against doing much else for the rest of the day. That includes transforming into vermin.
[ As ever, Akechi's brand of care is nearly inscrutable.
Nearly. ]
Then I suppose it's fortunate there's plenty of leftovers we can repurpose for dinner and I don't have to cook. Come on.
[ He won't brook any argument on it, and he won't let Akechi slip away. They'll wash up, eat a meal together, and life will go on as it always has in this reality, until the day that it doesn't. ]
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You didn't have it before, did you? I distinctly remember you telling me Robin Hood had no healing capabilities.
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He doesn't meet Maruki's eyes because he can already visualize the expression that will follow. Instead, he plucks at some bloody grass. Not the bloodbath he wanted in full. A shame.]
This is revival, not healing. I never said it couldn't bring you back from death.
[Also? He never wanted this shit back. ]
It's a completely useless and worthless skill. It wasn't worth mentioning.
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I would say it has at least a little worth. I appreciate you using it on me, whether it was intentional or not.
[ He turns his head to look over, eyebrows raised. ]
Well? Should we go back inside and clean up, or are you not satisfied?
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[He isn't satisfied.
Maruki drank the potion. He is tied to this world. Akechi will leave him here when the time comes to pull away and the cost of this is made apparent.
No, he isn't satisfied at all.
He pushes himself up from the ground anyway because it's done. Maruki's an adult. A decision was made and those consequences are his to live with forever. Akechi isn't going to save him from choices made.]
Before we go, I want to make one thing clear. Listen closely.
[For once, Akechi feels like he's the one looking down from an ivory tower.]
I don't associate with weaklings. I don't spend my time among those who take easy outs and allow cheap tricks to fool them. You're a disappointment to me right now.
[Completely, utterly and-]
But I'll allow you the opportunity to redeem yourself in time. If you truly want to leave together-
[He's furious - it's still on the tip of his tongue, at the edge of his voice.]
Don't do this shit again. This isn't a second chance - it's your final one. Do you understand?
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Maruki hasn't been keeping track, so he has to wonder how many chances Akechi is on now. It doesn't matter when the caps is infinite, he supposes.
He bites down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep his expression neutral, and pushes himself up to stand too. He won't allow Akechi to look down on him like that for long. ]
I won't give you a reason to doubt my convictions again.
[ And he extends a hand, still stained red, to shake. ]
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In the end-
It won't matter how many potions he drinks or cults he joins. Akechi will beat the shit out of him and-
Won't hesitate to leave him behind.
Might, just a little, if a hand extends his way.
His hand drops to rest against his side, the other on his hip.]
For the record, that skill revives, but doesn't replace your stamina nor does it negate the fact your body was torn to shreds. I would advise against doing much else for the rest of the day. That includes transforming into vermin.
god... wrapt... kill me
Nearly. ]
Then I suppose it's fortunate there's plenty of leftovers we can repurpose for dinner and I don't have to cook. Come on.
[ He won't brook any argument on it, and he won't let Akechi slip away. They'll wash up, eat a meal together, and life will go on as it always has in this reality, until the day that it doesn't. ]