[ he knows that the others are around. he's stuck, right now, to slipping between dark corners and hiding behind walls to make his way through the Metaverse, but the Thieves are far less handicapped and far more interested in drawing attention than avoiding it. and they can do what they like; he's not interested in a run-in, so they can be the heroes while he scopes out an unfamiliar-familiar place, an atmosphere he became accustomed to years before they came onto the scene.
the only reason he doesn't go right past the fight between Ren and a Shadow is because it's a risk, and he doesn't want to be drawn into a battle. better to wait until it's over, to stay and watch to the end of it, and then go on his way. except that Ren doesn't get rid of the Shadow. Ren goes down, and Akechi is moving before he even really thinks about it, that autopilot instinct that takes over a person's whole body. he knows that death doesn't mean anything here. it doesn't matter. it shouldn't matter. but all Akechi can think of is Ren, and his stupid voice, I don't want you to die, and he darts forward to slash at the Shadow.
the size of a weapon doesn't have anything to do with whether or not it's of use in the Metaverse. the quality of it affects its strength, certainly, but — a whip, or a dagger, or a straight razor taken from his room on the station. it makes no difference and it's natural as breathing to use as long as you have the conviction to fight.
that doesn't mean he can win with nothing but the razor on him, so as soon as the Shadow rears back, he turns and grabs Ren by the collar of his coat to haul him to his feet. ]
mistakes are continuing to be made
the only reason he doesn't go right past the fight between Ren and a Shadow is because it's a risk, and he doesn't want to be drawn into a battle. better to wait until it's over, to stay and watch to the end of it, and then go on his way. except that Ren doesn't get rid of the Shadow. Ren goes down, and Akechi is moving before he even really thinks about it, that autopilot instinct that takes over a person's whole body. he knows that death doesn't mean anything here. it doesn't matter. it shouldn't matter. but all Akechi can think of is Ren, and his stupid voice, I don't want you to die, and he darts forward to slash at the Shadow.
the size of a weapon doesn't have anything to do with whether or not it's of use in the Metaverse. the quality of it affects its strength, certainly, but — a whip, or a dagger, or a straight razor taken from his room on the station. it makes no difference and it's natural as breathing to use as long as you have the conviction to fight.
that doesn't mean he can win with nothing but the razor on him, so as soon as the Shadow rears back, he turns and grabs Ren by the collar of his coat to haul him to his feet. ]
Move, you idiot!