[ should he even tell Akechi this? He doesn't trust him farther than he can throw him, despite everything... But, provided Akechi is serious about his revenge, he can't see any gains he would get from throwing him under the bus. Besides, it would be easy for him to have done that this week, or the week before, had he wanted to. ]
You said you've been perfecting your plan for revenge for three years. I've been perfecting mine ever since I died... That was almost a hundred years ago. I wanted to lash out at this cruel world that kept me existing in limbo, neither living nor dead, remembering nothing and nobody... I wanted all of humanity to suffer the way I was suffering. The thought of that wish being granted was all that could bring me peace. With no future and no past, my resolve to destroy all of you was the only thing that kept me moving forward.
[ he felt nothing but despair, after a while; he lived day by day, hour by hour, feeling like he was being suffocated at the bottom of a lake, alone. To make someone else feel that despair the way he felt it - that was his only pleasure. Even talking about it now makes him remember, makes his skin crawl. He can't. He can't go back there now. ]
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[ should he even tell Akechi this? He doesn't trust him farther than he can throw him, despite everything... But, provided Akechi is serious about his revenge, he can't see any gains he would get from throwing him under the bus. Besides, it would be easy for him to have done that this week, or the week before, had he wanted to. ]
You said you've been perfecting your plan for revenge for three years. I've been perfecting mine ever since I died... That was almost a hundred years ago. I wanted to lash out at this cruel world that kept me existing in limbo, neither living nor dead, remembering nothing and nobody... I wanted all of humanity to suffer the way I was suffering. The thought of that wish being granted was all that could bring me peace. With no future and no past, my resolve to destroy all of you was the only thing that kept me moving forward.
[ he felt nothing but despair, after a while; he lived day by day, hour by hour, feeling like he was being suffocated at the bottom of a lake, alone. To make someone else feel that despair the way he felt it - that was his only pleasure. Even talking about it now makes him remember, makes his skin crawl. He can't. He can't go back there now. ]