[OPEN Mingle] - Sorry Ethlyn

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Who: Everyone involved in recent player plot
Where: Ethlyn's clinic
What: SO! Silly little Organ Hunt didn't go as well as everyone thought, huh? This is Hospital Mingle where people who were injured one way or another during Gogol's shenanigans and their CR can go over it all.
Warnings: Mentions of death, injuries (both physical and mental), talk about medical procedures, drugs, hallucinations etc.

and maybe even snuggling happening on Shinji's bed, ew.

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[This particular topic was painful, of course. Someone who had lived a better life might even feel bad about recording a drugged, shackled man, but it definitely wasn't Silco. Akechi had tried to humiliate him in his own office, and this was just par for the course of their destructive association.

He also remained curious of Akechi. That was dangerous to them both, but he had no issues with it. Not yet anyway.]

Then sing her praises. Honour her memory by speaking of her. Clearly she was important to you.

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Shut up. [Comes a weak protest as he shuts his eyes in attempt to refuse the other man's presence. But he stays completely unaware of the recorder pointed at his direction, leaving him vulnerable.]

She's my mother. And he-, Shido, left her. I-if he hadn't, [He staggers, words falling apart in his mouth with such painful confession.] if he hadn't met her. She wouldn't have been ruined.

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[Silco paused in his writing, watching Akechi on the bed, piecing things together now that he had enough information. How Akechi came about didn't matter, but the loyalty to the memory of a dead mother at the hands of the father - voluntary or involuntary - was the kind of tragedy familiar in the undercity as well. He was certain it was familiar in every place, in every time.]

And you wouldn't have been born. He's the calming hand smoothing out the ripples you create. I doubt murdering him will bring you peace, no more than my death did. [May as well play into the illusion a bit.]

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[That's the painful part really. That this whole drama was nothing out ordinary, just one drop in the ocean, that no one did as much as batted their eyes. No one saw nor cared for the story of a young woman who got involved with the wrong crowd, got used up and then abandoned by a corrupt man. No one cared to see her life spiraling out of control nor for the lonely orphan she left behind. There were countless stories and lives like theirs, all lost and forgotten.

And perhaps that is the reason why the destructive power given to him had felt like salvation. The two entities within him that would see him though his act of revenge and chaos.

This time Akechi can't help but cough up a wet laughter, lips curling up into small grin.]

It felt good. To see self-important shit eater fall from grace and roll in dirt. [Honestly? Such confession shouldn't come as surprise to anyone. As much as it had undoubtedly hurt him in the progress Akechi could not deny the enjoyment he saw when slowly bringing everything down to ruin.] I'll prevail and destroy you all.

[conflictresolution]

[This was a story as common as the warning parents told their children at bed time. If loyalty wasn't strong enough to hold people together, then they would fall from a lack of strength. People would be used; some wanted it, some needed it, and others just plain didn't care one way or another.

But the point to Silco was that Akechi had survived and thrived. The boy had proven resourceful, intelligent, and willing. Akechi also carried familiar emotional scars, and those could prove dangerous if allowed to run unchecked. He expected that's part of the reason the father remained; some dark and ugly part of Akechi wanted to mean something.]

So, you are no better than the man who sired you. Burning lives all around you because you have the means and the will. [He made a soft 'hmm' as he considered and then returned to his puzzle.] So you say. I hope you have a plan for the power vacuum left behind otherwise you're replacing one asshole with another that holds a different name.

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You're stupid. [He spats out scornfully through his clenched teeth.] I don't give a shit what happens to the world. It can go to hell for all I care.

[Because it is just like Silco had said. What fueled Akechi was nothing but a petty, childish and selfish fantasy of revenge. He didn't stand behind a greater cause of any sort, nor did he care about them. After all, the rot had rooted itself to the very core of the society. Everything and everyone was just as ugly and disgusting to him. He'd rather watch the world burn than try to save it.]

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What a selfish little boy you are. [He sneered that, shaking his head.] You've already lost, and you haven't even finished your petty little revenge tour.

[He sat back and set down his pencil again, watching Akechi. This was conversational gold, honestly. He'd probably relisten to the recording to put himself to bed tonight, probably have a little chuckle to himself.

As it was, he was certain Akechi still had some more to give.]

Still, I suppose you can useful.