[He flinches, only just, at Akira's raise in volume. He lets him shout, soaks up the information hurled at him like terribly aimed projectiles. Watches him thump back against the wall, press his hands into his eyes.]
[He strides forward and reaches out, pulling his hands by the wrists away from his eyes.] Do you remember what I told you in the engine room, you fool? You really are stronger than me. You take what's given to you, terrible hands and all, and you continue. You've always persevered. My weakness has always been that I don't know how to handle the shit hand I've been dealt, so I react disastrously. I lash out. I kill people, in case you've forgotten.
[He shifts until he can walk his hands up Akira's wrists to his palms, lacing their fingers, albeit his left being a loose grip to keep from agitating the gauze wrapped around his palm.] You're the only one here who can place the pieces to the puzzles your friends are trying to solve. They're happier because they don't know any better, and they need you to show them that they can't understand happiness if they haven't ever experienced sadness.
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[He strides forward and reaches out, pulling his hands by the wrists away from his eyes.] Do you remember what I told you in the engine room, you fool? You really are stronger than me. You take what's given to you, terrible hands and all, and you continue. You've always persevered. My weakness has always been that I don't know how to handle the shit hand I've been dealt, so I react disastrously. I lash out. I kill people, in case you've forgotten.
[He shifts until he can walk his hands up Akira's wrists to his palms, lacing their fingers, albeit his left being a loose grip to keep from agitating the gauze wrapped around his palm.] You're the only one here who can place the pieces to the puzzles your friends are trying to solve. They're happier because they don't know any better, and they need you to show them that they can't understand happiness if they haven't ever experienced sadness.