[For some reason he finds the sound of pen scratching against the paper as Silco writes his notes so soothing. He sighs heavily and closes his eyes, humming a soft "mmm" as a response to his first statement, seemingly content.
But it's the second bit that manages to rouse his spirit somewhat, making him want to challenge the man. He is dead. Hell, Akechi fought tooth and nail to keep it that way, too. His death had been out of his own will, caused by his own actions truly for the first time rather than just follow the master plan laid out before him. To break free from Shido's strings. It's not his fault that grave continues to spit him back out, trying to force him to play more games.
For a brief moment he squeezes his hand into a fist and quickly nudges it forward, pulling against the restraints keeping him in his place.]
No. I did not fail. [Except.. He did, just once. Akira Kurusu was still walking around. It was he who won the stupid game they were picked to play, emerging as a champion of humanity. One failure -- but it was all that it took for him to be cast away.
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But it's the second bit that manages to rouse his spirit somewhat, making him want to challenge the man. He is dead. Hell, Akechi fought tooth and nail to keep it that way, too. His death had been out of his own will, caused by his own actions truly for the first time rather than just follow the master plan laid out before him. To break free from Shido's strings. It's not his fault that grave continues to spit him back out, trying to force him to play more games.
For a brief moment he squeezes his hand into a fist and quickly nudges it forward, pulling against the restraints keeping him in his place.]
No. I did not fail. [Except.. He did, just once. Akira Kurusu was still walking around. It was he who won the stupid game they were picked to play, emerging as a champion of humanity. One failure -- but it was all that it took for him to be cast away.
Not that it had mattered either.] I was perfect.