[ The first threat means nothing to him. It's so childish that he almost shuts off his phone on the spot. An anonymous user's arguments may be linked back to him because of an elite hacker, but it's an easy situation to manage. The world is rotten. Perfect. There's no time to nitpick and poke fun at that shit.
It's the second point that makes his finger hover over shut down instead of pressing.
There is nothing in this world that's his alone now. Maruki's strings keep him moving. All his sins were forgotten. His past rests in the mind of Akira and a madman that resurrected him and now-
A nobody holds yet another knife - twists it with such ferocity that he's borderline impressed. He rub his molars raw anyway. It's irritating. Frustrating. Baffling that this is yet another part of his life that can't remain tucked away. The spotlight he yearned for grows brighter, brighter, brighter with every word he reads, rereads, watches pop up onto the screen.
It's disgusting. He wants to smash it and coat himself in a darkness he didn't appreciate months ago.
What a goddamn mess.
He turns on his heel, walking towards the train station before giving a response. She's probably tracking him anyway and -
He presses shut down to prove a point. For a minute, two, three - it's not a tantrum, it's a way to maintain some semblance of control over this. He can end it any point, just as easy she can. There's a reason she wants to talk about information only he can confirm. It takes two to manage it. She doesn't hold all the power here.
And the screen is brighter than ever when he settles into a train seat, power on making yet another point.
It lights up and he responds. ]
When I get there, I expect you to make your point quick and let the matter drop. I don't have time to indulge you in needless chatter nor am I under any obligation to provide information to you.
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THROWS MY HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UP
It's the second point that makes his finger hover over shut down instead of pressing.
There is nothing in this world that's his alone now. Maruki's strings keep him moving. All his sins were forgotten. His past rests in the mind of Akira and a madman that resurrected him and now-
A nobody holds yet another knife - twists it with such ferocity that he's borderline impressed. He rub his molars raw anyway. It's irritating. Frustrating. Baffling that this is yet another part of his life that can't remain tucked away. The spotlight he yearned for grows brighter, brighter, brighter with every word he reads, rereads, watches pop up onto the screen.
It's disgusting. He wants to smash it and coat himself in a darkness he didn't appreciate months ago.
What a goddamn mess.
He turns on his heel, walking towards the train station before giving a response. She's probably tracking him anyway and -
He presses shut down to prove a point. For a minute, two, three - it's not a tantrum, it's a way to maintain some semblance of control over this. He can end it any point, just as easy she can. There's a reason she wants to talk about information only he can confirm. It takes two to manage it. She doesn't hold all the power here.
And the screen is brighter than ever when he settles into a train seat, power on making yet another point.
It lights up and he responds. ]
When I get there, I expect you to make your point quick and let the matter drop. I don't have time to indulge you in needless chatter nor am I under any obligation to provide information to you.