He meant to continue the taunting, to gaude a reaction but was caught off-guard when Akira moves closer about to strangle him, and in the breif moment worries that his rival is about to kill him. The vines on his back move upright in a single moment, aimed at Akira and ready to turn the creature into a shish kabob. Fear and dread fill him, making him suddenly realize that he doesn't want to die after all - but also a slight buzz at his rival's action even if it turns out it was just to help him.
Bleeding heart Ren or Akira, it didn't really matter. Putting the world on their shoulders no matter what the situation. Maybe that's why there's a tiny but of jealousy from the other Goro, even if he is now a slave. Because Akira thought his life was that important. It's a cruel thought, but on par even for him. His mind tries to go elsewhere, as he realizes that they might be for the first time as powerful as each other. No special persona. No special friends. No special destiny.
The very idea thrills him.
As the the tendrils don't see Akira as a threat anymore, they seem to continue what he started, and neatly tear off what remains of his shirt. Akira would see the drastic changes he was undergoing then, the skin on his chest turning green, pieces of white bark visible as his skin was being pushed back into a protective wooden ribcage, a single Black Rose Aeonium blooming over his heart. The same whitish wood bark forming spikes on his elbows.
It was a lot easier to withstand now, and he could feel the power from whatever he was turning into much like when he had awakened his Personas. It tore at his legs and feet elongading them, maybe a subcuncious desire for the both of them to be as tall as each other.
"As I was saying," he finally says, breaking the silence "You can argue all you want. But maybe like back home, you wanted THIS to happen."
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He meant to continue the taunting, to gaude a reaction but was caught off-guard when Akira moves closer about to strangle him, and in the breif moment worries that his rival is about to kill him. The vines on his back move upright in a single moment, aimed at Akira and ready to turn the creature into a shish kabob. Fear and dread fill him, making him suddenly realize that he doesn't want to die after all - but also a slight buzz at his rival's action even if it turns out it was just to help him.
Bleeding heart Ren or Akira, it didn't really matter. Putting the world on their shoulders no matter what the situation. Maybe that's why there's a tiny but of jealousy from the other Goro, even if he is now a slave. Because Akira thought his life was that important. It's a cruel thought, but on par even for him. His mind tries to go elsewhere, as he realizes that they might be for the first time as powerful as each other. No special persona. No special friends. No special destiny.
The very idea thrills him.
As the the tendrils don't see Akira as a threat anymore, they seem to continue what he started, and neatly tear off what remains of his shirt. Akira would see the drastic changes he was undergoing then, the skin on his chest turning green, pieces of white bark visible as his skin was being pushed back into a protective wooden ribcage, a single Black Rose Aeonium blooming over his heart. The same whitish wood bark forming spikes on his elbows.
It was a lot easier to withstand now, and he could feel the power from whatever he was turning into much like when he had awakened his Personas. It tore at his legs and feet elongading them, maybe a subcuncious desire for the both of them to be as tall as each other.
"As I was saying," he finally says, breaking the silence "You can argue all you want. But maybe like back home, you wanted THIS to happen."