I was worried that you were remembering because of me. [ Akira sounds a little distant, a little removed, a little dissociated from the entire situation. His gaze is flat against the opposite wall as he takes in the minor details of the differences. The baseboards are dusty. Were they dusty before? Did Maruki's illusion go that deeply? Did he account for a mother that was terrible at cooking but good at housekeeping?
Was that life the kind of life that Akechi's mother wanted? Did Maruki have to twist her emotions; did he change some fundamental part of her, or did her mind simply slip away from the topic every time she thought about her depression, about Shido, about dying?
It was never going to last. Akira tells himself that and wonders if it's true. ]
I know I should have tried to wake you up sooner. [ But everyone really was so happy, even if it wasn't real. ]
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Was that life the kind of life that Akechi's mother wanted? Did Maruki have to twist her emotions; did he change some fundamental part of her, or did her mind simply slip away from the topic every time she thought about her depression, about Shido, about dying?
It was never going to last. Akira tells himself that and wonders if it's true. ]
I know I should have tried to wake you up sooner. [ But everyone really was so happy, even if it wasn't real. ]