TEXT. (un: crow)

[uragiru]

So.
Any theories yet?

Not just in regards to our being here, mind you, but for the disaster that seems to have befallen the previous crew here.
Personally, I'm starting to wonder if this station isn't a living thing in its own right.
But maybe that sounds a little crazy? Haha.

Please don't be shy to share your thoughts with me.
As a rookie detective, I'd be open to hearing whatever insights you might be able to provide.

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[uragiru]

You really don't understand anything. It's incredible.
But I'll say this: since it was my life, I think I'm the only person who would be able to say whether or not it's done.

I'm not just telling you to throw me out an airlock, you idiot.
I'm saying that you can either shut up and stop thinking I give a shit about what your little band of rebels does, or you can suck it up and find a more permanent solution.
Either way is fine with me, just make a decision.

(from here on out, cw: suicide ideation)

[ryuji]

Man, screw you. You're given a second chance and you're still gonna sit there and waste it? Don't even think about ending it, you asshole.

You may not care what the hell we're doing but at one point you were one of us. Even if it was fake as shit, Ren still offered you a chance. You coulda walked out of there.

We all have problems, Akechi. Your choices got you to where you are, and that's what makes us different. So if you're gonna get another go around of it, cut the bullshit and be the person you are, not one of the hundred different personalities you made for yourself.

Said my peace, man. Take it or leave it, I don't care.

[uragiru]

You don't know me, Sakamoto.
Don't pretend you do.

[ as if he puts on those personalities for fun, or some perverse kind of amusement. as if he didn't learn years ago that it wasn't enough to be "himself" — that "himself" was lacking in some way, loathsome, the child that no one wanted to keep. the child that wasn't good enough to keep his mother alive.

the Thieves are contradicting themselves. either he can be himself or he can get along with people; not both. and he won't leave himself open to be abandoned again. ]

But it's funny that you think Shido wouldn't have killed me the second I left his employ.

[ryuji]

[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.

Whatever, man. Life is life.]

Yeah, you're probably right.

I don't know you that well.

[uragiru]

I'm glad we agree.
We're a long way from home, you know.
And I did die, after all.
Give me a few weeks before you accuse me of planning things behind your back, hm?