[Flatly, at first. And then it starts to sink in.]
You knew since June— [Laughing, maybe. Just a little. There's shocked disbelief here, man.] I stood no chance from the very beginning, and you didn't say anything?
[Akira's stomach twists with a familiar guilt. there had been so many reasons why he remained silent, but in the wake of everything that happened, was the silence he used to protect himself worth it?]
[if he knew then what he knew now, would things have been different?]
I would have gone after your teammates as well. [Bluntly.] I let them walk free is because I thought they were unaware of my betrayal. But would you be so forgiving if I tried to kill them outside of the Metaverse, too?
[ALSO BLUNT. . . because yeah, if there's anyone Akira wouldn't be forgiving over Akechi hurting, it's his teammates. Futaba and Haru's pain is still fresh in his memory, and regardless of how hard he's trying to reach Akechi through his prickly and angry exterior, he still hasn't forgiven those crimes]
[still won't. not until Futaba and Haru forgive him first]
But you didn't. And you wouldn't now. [HE. . . THINKS] So that's a non-issue.
He stares at him, and scoffs in disbelief. Please be a little less forgiving now, because he has not stopped being baffled since that day in Shido's palace.]
I suppose there's no use in talking in hypotheticals, is there?
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"Attic trash?"
[he says that sharply, but. . . with a hint of pride]
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The trash of society.
[It's fine. Even though he's insulting him, there's a distinct lack of the same kind of bite and vitriol he displayed back on the ship.
A beat.]
You never told me. How did you know I intended to kill you? I thought I put up a rather convincing act in front of you and your teammates.
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You did. It was almost perfect.
[almost]
But you messed up from the moment we met. Back when you overheard Morgana's comment on pancakes at the TV station.
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... You knew.
[Flatly, at first. And then it starts to sink in.]
You knew since June— [Laughing, maybe. Just a little. There's shocked disbelief here, man.] I stood no chance from the very beginning, and you didn't say anything?
[Hah. Hahahaha.
What the fuck, man.]
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[Akira's stomach twists with a familiar guilt. there had been so many reasons why he remained silent, but in the wake of everything that happened, was the silence he used to protect himself worth it?]
[if he knew then what he knew now, would things have been different?]
. . . I should have.
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Just like a rubber band, he sort of. Snaps back.]
You should have? Are you an idiot? [Akechi very much did not know then what he knows now, so naturally—] I would have only tried to kill you sooner.
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[HE SEEMS. . . UNFAZED]
And maybe we could've spent more time-- [a hesitation, brief but notable] -- actually working together.
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I would have gone after your teammates as well. [Bluntly.] I let them walk free is because I thought they were unaware of my betrayal. But would you be so forgiving if I tried to kill them outside of the Metaverse, too?
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[ALSO BLUNT. . . because yeah, if there's anyone Akira wouldn't be forgiving over Akechi hurting, it's his teammates. Futaba and Haru's pain is still fresh in his memory, and regardless of how hard he's trying to reach Akechi through his prickly and angry exterior, he still hasn't forgiven those crimes]
[still won't. not until Futaba and Haru forgive him first]
But you didn't. And you wouldn't now. [HE. . . THINKS] So that's a non-issue.
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He stares at him, and scoffs in disbelief. Please be a little less forgiving now, because he has not stopped being baffled since that day in Shido's palace.]
I suppose there's no use in talking in hypotheticals, is there?
[Akira can have this just this ONCE.]
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Yeah. I guess not.