call me out: garbage boy edition

[raygunner]

get in the fucking confessional akechi

(obligatory spoiler warning: there are a Lot)

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[cellkey]

He does sound just on the edge of unhinged. Akira forgets to particularly care, though.

And now he's claiming all that stuff happened to him. Akira can't help it... he laughs. This is absolutely fucking absurd.

"Who's idea was this..."

It's not very funny at all, though, is it?

"So you're not the leader of the Phantom Thieves after all, are you." It isn't a question... because of course he's not. It's obvious that this isn't the person he's familiar with, even if he's wearing his face. There's something much, much darker in him than he had ever seen in the Akechi he knew.

"In that case..." He turns forward and reaches up, folding his arms behind him casually as he smiles a smile completely lacking anything except for maybe some ill-willed humor. "I'm sure we'll get along like a barn on fire."

[raygunner]

The leader of the Phantom Thieves. This really is a fucking joke. Akechi drags a hand over his face, and his laugh is freely hysterical, breathless in its madness.

"Like hell I'd lead those idiots."

He's getting it, at least. This is fucking bizarre, but this Akira--because it's starkly clear that this is not the Akira Kurusu he knows--isn't spouting bullshit at him. He's not talking about the power of friendship, or looking on with those piercing eyes as his moronic friends talk about how they don't hate him, how they can't forgive him but they feel sorry for him.

And that's good enough for Akechi. He drops his hand, lets it fall onto the seat next to him. That wave of tiredness crashes over him once more.

"At least you won't be stupidly noble. Not like him. It's refreshing." And Akechi laughs, but it's hollow and tired and quiet. "What a joke the universe has decided to play on us."

[cellkey]

Granted, this is sort of... nice, in a way? To have someone with a similar train of thought to his own, who's been through a very similar life and shares the same distaste for the Phantom Thieves as he does.

It won't last though, will it? Because if this Akechi is anything like Akira... then he hates himself far too much to be able to get along well with someone who's just like him.

But he'll enjoy this truce while it lasts, at least.

"Considering our lives were one giant tragicomedy show, it only makes sense that our afterlives would be a joke, too."

He looks out the window for a bit at the darkness, contemplating, before he looks back over at Akechi, then raises to a stand.

"I'm gonna head to the front of the train to see if there's anything else of interest. You're free to come, or not."

With that, he slides his hands into his pockets and starts walking down the hall once more. A train... has to have an engine room, right? And a conductor, probably? Even if there's really no other people on this train, surely there has to be at least that, but...

Afterlife. For all he knows, there's no end to these eerily identical and empty cars. For... some reason, he's actually a little relieved to find that there was one person here, even if it was the most unlikely person that he never expected.

Somehow, for once, he's actually not alone.