[Hm. Is this the type of thermos that comes with a cup, or is the type you chug directly from? Either way, he takes a sip before saying anything else.]
If you're so torn up about it, then spend the time we have left wisely. There won't be room for hesitation once we identify the source.
[the type you drink from directly because I flipped a coin and that's the one it landed on]
You don't have to tell me that twice.
[once they find the source. . . they'll have to act, and act fast. there won't be any time for sentimentality, and who the hell knows what will happen once they actually manage to separate Blue from the house and destroy the thing?]
He gives him a dirty look, but doesn't say anything in response. Instead, he scoffs and returns to his coffee, drinking whatever is still left inside the thermos.]
[Ah. That is apparently something he hasn't thought about at all, judging by the way Akechi stops. It takes him a moment before he responds, putting the thermos down to stare at it as he does.
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The calling card. I want to see what you wrote.
[That is not quite a thing to do, but it's the first thing that comes to mind?]
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[Hm. Is this the type of thermos that comes with a cup, or is the type you chug directly from? Either way, he takes a sip before saying anything else.]
If you're so torn up about it, then spend the time we have left wisely. There won't be room for hesitation once we identify the source.
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You don't have to tell me that twice.
[once they find the source. . . they'll have to act, and act fast. there won't be any time for sentimentality, and who the hell knows what will happen once they actually manage to separate Blue from the house and destroy the thing?]
[. . .]
I don't want to leave here with any regrets.
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[Thanks, coin. Guess it's time to chug.]
After all, it will be embarrassing if the house bests you so easily.
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[no hesitation, no doubt, no uncertainty about that]
[and then, out of curiosity. . .]
Is there anything important you want to do while you have the chance?
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[Easily enough, without a moment's hesitation. Akechi...]
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Really? Nothing at all? There's no one you want to spend more time with? Or tell something important?
[just in case they're all separated when things come to an end. . .?]
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Why does that surprise you? Once our job is done, there will be nothing left to say to those we met in this house.
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Mmm. I guess that isn't surprise, Mr. I'm Terrified of All Feelings Including My Own.
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[but]
But do you really feel that way about everyone here? Most people, sure-- but everyone?
You know you can be honest with me, right?
[but he also knows Akechi won't, so. lol]
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[Firmly. What is........ honesty? What is acknowledging your own feelings? Sounds fake.]
I am being perfectly honest with you. Whether you believe me or not is none of my concern.
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[an amused huff, and Akira offers a tiny shrug]
True. I guess it really isn't.
[it's clear he doesn't believe Akechi at all]
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He gives him a dirty look, but doesn't say anything in response. Instead, he scoffs and returns to his coffee, drinking whatever is still left inside the thermos.]
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When we get home. . . is there anything you want to do before you-- ah.
Before you turn yourself in?
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The calling card. I want to see what you wrote.
[That is not quite a thing to do, but it's the first thing that comes to mind?]
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We didn't write anything.
We recorded a video and hijacked national television so it'd play all over Japan.
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He's momentarily stunned, eyes widening a fraction in surprise... and then he begins to laugh.]
Damn, I'm a little jealous. That piece of shit's reaction... It must have been a sight to see.
[Never mind that, uh, things would have gone pretty badly for him if Akechi was still alive when Shido got the calling card. Eh.]
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But the confession afterwards?
[a huffed laugh, smile sharp]
It was pretty damn pathetic.
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[The thought almost makes up for the hostage DVD snapping. Almost!]