it was the prince who spoke of a father. it was the first time dolph had ever heard akechi mention one. this reality is painful, odd, strange and perplexing, but everything it does, it does for a reason. to garner a reaction, to let secrets play.
he told webby not long ago, it's like reality tv.
revenge is always . . . personal. ]
Maybe not back then.
But you know where he is now, don't you? The king.
[ well. that was convincing. and not at all weird. should he push it? he's not really here to unravel akechi or to pry into his secrets. he only put forward his request because he wanted to ensure some memory of akechi, some truth could live on.
but. perhaps that is not what akechi wants. in the throes of revenge and loss, the only thing that matters is the hopeful chance of mutual oblivion.
it's telling though. ]
Okay.
[ because akechi didn't say there is no king. he said I don't know who the king is. ]
There are no kings. Just like there are no princes.
[There are no kings. There are two kings. There is one king.
There are no princes. There was never a prince. There is one prince. There is no prince. There is no prince.]
Right.
[Right.
Right.
There's a kid in a bathhouse. No kings. No princes. It's Akechi Goro. It's Dolph Laserhawk. It's a bath in a false world that gets further from his true life with every passing second.
It's a memory passed on of the existence of Akechi ̷̠͎͆ ̵̛̫͍̟͚̳̈́́̍̽̀̊̇͐̈́̉͆͝ ̴̧͕͇͔̏͌̈́͗͒͛̔͂̐͊̇̕̕͜͜͝ whose life was so unjust that a man she never met holds her name. Is one of the few that does.
In the silence, in an unwavering expression, in the boiling hot water he'll sit in for the next few hours-
He remembers. He recalls. He can't recall. He can't remember. He almost says She liked flowers. Opts for-]
Thank you for joining me here today.
[Maybe. Probably. Couldn't possibly. He can't remember - she might have, he thinks she did and-]
You really are remarkable, Dolph Laserhawk.
[And for a moment, he thinks, he could drown Dolph here. He can't stand it. He can't stand this.]
[ that probably wraps it up. the look on akechi's face tells him all he needs to know. whatever roadblock akechi is wrestling with, there are only two options. dolph can push through or he can leave it there. and maybe he will, someday. maybe things will come to a head and he won't budge. maybe sooner than he thinks.
but. right now, dolph can't see the good in it. what good would it do akechi? what good would it do him? so he'll take this as it is. one step at a time. ]
Sure.
[ he rises, shaking his metal arm a little and grimacing at the heat. still, he glances at the bathhouse. recognizes it for what it is. ]
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it was the prince who spoke of a father. it was the first time dolph had ever heard akechi mention one. this reality is painful, odd, strange and perplexing, but everything it does, it does for a reason. to garner a reaction, to let secrets play.
he told webby not long ago, it's like reality tv.
revenge is always . . . personal. ]
Maybe not back then.
But you know where he is now, don't you? The king.
no subject
There's a God.
They're interchangeable. The same. Wildly different. Akechi's intent towards both nestled and rooted in his heart. Only one-
matters. They both matter. Maybe they never mattered.
Only Shido matters.
And Akechi is a child, contacting a god through a heart racing, cryptic exchange.
And Akechi thinks they're both gods. And Akechi thinks they're both kings.
His mouth is dry - he doesn't blink. The King is-]
You're grasping at straws. A delusion isn't proof. I wasn't in my right mind.
[He doesn't know. He doesn't know. He knows. He knows. He knows.]
I don't know who the king is.
no subject
but. perhaps that is not what akechi wants. in the throes of revenge and loss, the only thing that matters is the hopeful chance of mutual oblivion.
it's telling though. ]
Okay.
[ because akechi didn't say there is no king. he said I don't know who the king is. ]
There are no kings. Just like there are no princes.
Just a kid in a bathhouse.
[ waiting for a mother who will never come. ]
cw: violent thoughts
There are no princes. There was never a prince. There is one prince. There is no prince. There is no prince.]
Right.
[Right.
There's a kid in a bathhouse.
No kings. No princes.
It's Akechi Goro. It's Dolph Laserhawk.
It's a bath in a false world that gets further from his true life with every passing second.
It's a memory passed on of the existence of Akechi ̷̠͎͆ ̵̛̫͍̟͚̳̈́́̍̽̀̊̇͐̈́̉͆͝ ̴̧͕͇͔̏͌̈́͗͒͛̔͂̐͊̇̕̕͜͜͝ whose life was so unjust that a man she never met holds her name. Is one of the few that does.
In the silence, in an unwavering expression, in the boiling hot water he'll sit in for the next few hours-
He remembers. He recalls. He can't recall. He can't remember. He almost says She liked flowers. Opts for-]
Thank you for joining me here today.
[Maybe. Probably. Couldn't possibly. He can't remember - she might have, he thinks she did and-]
You really are remarkable, Dolph Laserhawk.
[And for a moment, he thinks, he could drown Dolph here. He can't stand it. He can't stand this.]
wrapppps?
but. right now, dolph can't see the good in it. what good would it do akechi? what good would it do him? so he'll take this as it is. one step at a time. ]
Sure.
[ he rises, shaking his metal arm a little and grimacing at the heat. still, he glances at the bathhouse. recognizes it for what it is. ]
It's safe here. Let's keep it that way.
[ with that, he nods before leaving. ]