[Week 6, Thursday: Eichi]

[doublecrows]

[sometime Thursday afternoon, Akechi waits for Eichi in their shared room. he sits on the edge of the bed, fingers drumming against the mattress. and when Eichi returns--]

May I speak with you for a moment?

[his demeanor is businesslike]

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[doublecrows]

[. . .]

[being a hero. . . might be kind of nice, he has to admit. he's spent so long twisting himself into the villain to achieve goals he perceives as heroic, that being a real hero might be. . . a good change]

[. . .]

You can do that without dying for someone else.

[finethanks]

...I agree with that, of course, but it's that sort of noble personality that makes a hero, too, isn't it? Fufu, at least, I'd like to be seen in that way.

[Team wanted to hero so hard they villained it up, considering the idea of being good guys. Hmmm. It feels like a distant dream, an impossibility. ...But now, Eichi wants to keep trying.]

I've always wanted to become someone who was able to be recorded in history books. My weak body got in my way, and so I played dirty, sabotaging Lives and drawing out the weaknesses of my enemies, creating distractions and scooping up what I could while they were gone. That was how it had to be, since they were born with such impossible talent. It's incredibly unfair. If there really is a God, then he must hate me, to make me like this.

I wanted to defy that more than anything. I still do. [He's clarifying more. The more he talks, the more he wants to be told he's right, actually.] However, regardless of the ending, no matter if I fail and fall short, I've learned to appreciate those around me and my time here. Perhaps I can make a lasting impression even like this.

Perhaps I can make a difference, even if I don't move mountains through manipulation and cheap tricks.