[Akira's words are quiet but firm. not dumb at all]
It gave me something to think about. Something other than. . .
[blood and Akechi's face and the feel of flesh peeling back underneath his fingers, of bones cracking from the blade of his knife, the no-longer beating heart nestled in Akechi's chest cavity, deep red and covered in muscle and sinew--]
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[Akira's words are quiet but firm. not dumb at all]
It gave me something to think about. Something other than. . .
[blood and Akechi's face and the feel of flesh peeling back underneath his fingers, of bones cracking from the blade of his knife, the no-longer beating heart nestled in Akechi's chest cavity, deep red and covered in muscle and sinew--]
. . . anyway.
It helped.