Indeed, he has no reason to doubt him. He's crowded against the wall with no fight, his chin tilted up over the threat of the laptop- and he has no doubt Akechi can and will crush his windpipe if he finds reason to.
It's funny, even through all the confusion and horror he can't help a thrill. Adrenaline rushing through him, cutting through the gray fog of his life under Maruki's will. He's missed it. Missed the risk, the threat. His eyes are a bit too dilated and his nostrils flare.
But more than that or any of Akechi's story something ELSE catches him like a fish hook. He whispers:
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It's funny, even through all the confusion and horror he can't help a thrill. Adrenaline rushing through him, cutting through the gray fog of his life under Maruki's will. He's missed it. Missed the risk, the threat. His eyes are a bit too dilated and his nostrils flare.
But more than that or any of Akechi's story something ELSE catches him like a fish hook. He whispers:
"What did you just call me...?"