[He remembers telling his mother, while she rubbed his back even after he was done being sick, that he didn't want to tell Akira. That he worried, last time, that he was so upset, that he'd tell him later, but not yet. That she'd gone and told him at least enough to make him come over, and talk so gently to him felt like a betrayal, but his eyes just got hot and he looked away from them both. He shuffled his papers, carefully stacked them and slipped them back into a folder, shaking his head but getting up anyway.]
[He leaves his coffee on the table, gesturing down the hall for Akira to go ahead and go into his room. As he turns to follow him, a deep-set ache settles into his bones when he fixes his mother with a look that belies how betrayed he feels. The memories and voices buried deep in his heart and the back of his mind scream at him for it, but he can't help it. The slivers of the real Akechi Goro splintering their way in fractions up through his skin howl in dismay, knowing it would be the last time he looked at her, but the Akechi Goro of Maruki's twisted reality has no understanding of why he feels so ill about it, and closes his bedroom door behind him.]
[He's not entirely aware of the tears that make his vision distort as he stares at his feet, leaning against the door. His voice is a shattered whisper.] Why are you here?
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[He leaves his coffee on the table, gesturing down the hall for Akira to go ahead and go into his room. As he turns to follow him, a deep-set ache settles into his bones when he fixes his mother with a look that belies how betrayed he feels. The memories and voices buried deep in his heart and the back of his mind scream at him for it, but he can't help it. The slivers of the real Akechi Goro splintering their way in fractions up through his skin howl in dismay, knowing it would be the last time he looked at her, but the Akechi Goro of Maruki's twisted reality has no understanding of why he feels so ill about it, and closes his bedroom door behind him.]
[He's not entirely aware of the tears that make his vision distort as he stares at his feet, leaning against the door. His voice is a shattered whisper.] Why are you here?