[He shuts his eyes, but only for a moment. The reminder of a wound still resealing.]
Yeah. I know exactly what you mean.
[A crystal alcove, and countless memories playing back across its surface.
Were all of the memories' differences because they were Akechi's, or were they the things he wasn't sure if he could remember right anymore?]
It isn't the same, but writing it down helps me, sometimes. As much as I can fit in. How it looked and how it sounded. How it made me feel. Anything that I can't bear to forget.
[It's only been several months, but Akira knows an alarming amount of those pages are already full of Maruki. Full of Akechi the way he really is, of Chihaya wandering free and under the same roof as him, of Dolph, of Dazai, of Kazuya-
Nothing came with him here except the clothes on his back. Maybe nothing will leave. But he'll write all of it down all the same.]
Do you think it would make things harder on you, if you did something like that for Rumi-san and the rest of us?
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Yeah. I know exactly what you mean.
[A crystal alcove, and countless memories playing back across its surface.
Were all of the memories' differences because they were Akechi's, or were they the things he wasn't sure if he could remember right anymore?]
It isn't the same, but writing it down helps me, sometimes. As much as I can fit in. How it looked and how it sounded. How it made me feel. Anything that I can't bear to forget.
[It's only been several months, but Akira knows an alarming amount of those pages are already full of Maruki. Full of Akechi the way he really is, of Chihaya wandering free and under the same roof as him, of Dolph, of Dazai, of Kazuya-
Nothing came with him here except the clothes on his back. Maybe nothing will leave. But he'll write all of it down all the same.]
Do you think it would make things harder on you, if you did something like that for Rumi-san and the rest of us?