[ Akira reaches up to thread his fingers into Akechi's hair, to massage gently at his temples. It wasn't painful for Akira to "wake up" because he'd never fallen victim for the dream in the first place, but he imagines it can't be comfortable, either. He's playing with fire, here, and he relents slightly, feeling too sympathetic to want to keep pushing. ]
I think I'm the one that needs all of you. [ But it's soft; it's fond. Akira can say that with a certain power -- that he needs them. It's one of the true things that Yaldabaoth told him that remains real: that he needed friends, that he needed his connections.
If he hadn't met them, he wonders how much more similar to Akechi he would be by now. ]
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I think I'm the one that needs all of you. [ But it's soft; it's fond. Akira can say that with a certain power -- that he needs them. It's one of the true things that Yaldabaoth told him that remains real: that he needed friends, that he needed his connections.
If he hadn't met them, he wonders how much more similar to Akechi he would be by now. ]