[He has enough of a sense of direction to loop them through the path, not that it's hard with it being circular, but his fingers idly twine in Akira's as they walk, even if he chooses not to look at him or their joined hands.]
[And he's right to assume Akechi would assume the best of endings being one where he wasn't born-- where his mother never met Masayoshi Shido, and was able to live out a long, healthy life full of joy and perhaps a less cursed child. One who wasn't illegitimate, who wasn't a bastard born of a bastard. Quietly, though, he'd hope that that ending also allowed for Akira to live a better life, with better parents of his own. Wakaba Isshiki would live, maybe even seriously be together with Sojiro, Futaba having a quirky little family that suited her better than being orphaned like him.]
[Sometimes he wondered, about that. If Futaba had any idea who her father was. Most of the time he didn't want to think about it.]
[Being that he would never be born, he would never meet Akira, and that though strikes strangely melancholic, but he never was good at differentiating what he should and even could properly want, let alone what he should strive for. His fingers tighten idly around Akira's.]
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[And he's right to assume Akechi would assume the best of endings being one where he wasn't born-- where his mother never met Masayoshi Shido, and was able to live out a long, healthy life full of joy and perhaps a less cursed child. One who wasn't illegitimate, who wasn't a bastard born of a bastard. Quietly, though, he'd hope that that ending also allowed for Akira to live a better life, with better parents of his own. Wakaba Isshiki would live, maybe even seriously be together with Sojiro, Futaba having a quirky little family that suited her better than being orphaned like him.]
[Sometimes he wondered, about that. If Futaba had any idea who her father was. Most of the time he didn't want to think about it.]
[Being that he would never be born, he would never meet Akira, and that though strikes strangely melancholic, but he never was good at differentiating what he should and even could properly want, let alone what he should strive for. His fingers tighten idly around Akira's.]
We're similar in that regard.