week 1, sunday

[disilluded]

[Sousei's going to wait until he can corner Akechi without anyone around, which is undoubtedly going to take awhile, but Sunday in the very early morning--

Here he is.

Unimpressed and unamused, arms crossed.]

Very well then. Tell me everything you know. [RIGHT TO THE POINT.]

Comments

[disilluded]

[The Crafters do think they're hilarious; Sousei pauses for a long moment, and then sighs.]

I see.

[...]

That is not even something you can influence.

[doublecrows]

I know.

[Akechi's a shithead. but he isn't stupid]

. . . I accepted I wouldn't be meeting my objective from the moment I received it, so that's a non-issue. The real issue is my gift, which I can hardly envision myself using now.

[disilluded]

...Very well. And you were telling the truth about that, then?

[In a way, this is Akechi's eulogy, isn't it?]

[doublecrows]

[a wry laugh, barked out sharply and harshly]

I don't have any reason to lie now.

[disilluded]

Yes, yes. You've done many things you had little reason to do, and yet here you are.

[No lip, murderchild.]

[doublecrows]

[HE'S FULL OF LIP]

You saw my notes about the Blotters, didn't you? Reason or not, it wasn't as though I was given much of a choice.

[disilluded]

No, you were not. But I rather imagine you were far too concerned with gaining your reward to really question the situation as it is.

[doublecrows]

[GUESS WHO IS THE ONLY PERSON TO CALL AKECHI OUT ON THAT: Sousei]

[. . .]

It was about more than just the reward.

[disilluded]

What was it about, then?

[Sousei's gonna just keep on being Sousei, I guess!!]

[doublecrows]

It was about survival.

[HE SURE IS. HE'S VERY GOOD AT BEING SOUSEI]

[disilluded]

That is what they threatened? Your life?