[ It's probably the last time Akechi's going to call him Akira, and Akira can't enjoy it because all he can hear is the fear in Akechi's voice, and then the door is open and --
Akira looks stricken. He wanted Akechi to be able to say goodbye, he didn't want -- he didn't want that. It spans outwards from her, like a crack under pressure: the warmth of the condo is removed, cozy yellows and browns giving way to harsh blue and grey, the minimalism of Akechi's former life in stark contrast to what it was with his mother there.
It's so much more empty. ]
... I'm sorry. [ Akira's never sounded quite so broken. ]
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Akira looks stricken. He wanted Akechi to be able to say goodbye, he didn't want -- he didn't want that. It spans outwards from her, like a crack under pressure: the warmth of the condo is removed, cozy yellows and browns giving way to harsh blue and grey, the minimalism of Akechi's former life in stark contrast to what it was with his mother there.
It's so much more empty. ]
... I'm sorry. [ Akira's never sounded quite so broken. ]