[Painstakingly, he looks over this message- once, twice. He doesn't want to feel anything toward Akechi. He likes the comfort of being angry, of feeling cheated that there wasn't an ending that had him pay for the things that he had done. And he can't tell if it's pity, or just genuine sadness that he's starting to feel off of this, but it confuses him, and he wants to dispel it.
Betrayal's a funny thing, isn't it? How many times has Ryuji been betrayed in his life by people he ought to have been able to trust? His father. His coach. His track team. Akechi. It's like there's all this pent up anger and resentment, beginning with the cornerstone that began with a one (1) Ryuji Sakamoto as a kid, cowering under the fist of his own paternal role model.
He gets it, Akechi. He does.
But there are always going to be things in your life that you just find really, really hard to forgive. It's what keeps him from sending the following:
Idiot. You think we wouldn't have protected you?
We won. We got Shido's heart in the end. What did it matter?
And instead, he sighs, closes the communicator and decides to come back to this later when his head isn't filled with the buzzing swarm of bees that threaten to sting and bite, a wasp nest of savagery that cuts with each of his words.
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Betrayal's a funny thing, isn't it? How many times has Ryuji been betrayed in his life by people he ought to have been able to trust? His father. His coach. His track team. Akechi. It's like there's all this pent up anger and resentment, beginning with the cornerstone that began with a one (1) Ryuji Sakamoto as a kid, cowering under the fist of his own paternal role model.
He gets it, Akechi. He does.
But there are always going to be things in your life that you just find really, really hard to forgive. It's what keeps him from sending the following:
Idiot. You think we wouldn't have protected you?
We won. We got Shido's heart in the end. What did it matter?
And instead, he sighs, closes the communicator and decides to come back to this later when his head isn't filled with the buzzing swarm of bees that threaten to sting and bite, a wasp nest of savagery that cuts with each of his words.
Whatever, man. Life is life.]
Yeah, you're probably right.
I don't know you that well.