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[ Oh, he definitely does; he's intimately acquainted with that system, and how the vulnerable get little to no help at all. And that personal knowledge is exactly what gives him the authority to say: ]

In an ideal utopia, perhaps. But the real world is hardly like that.

[ He's witnessed it with his own eyes, how people in a position of power don't give a damn about those below, how they actively feast upon the weak, how even the most well-meaning soul would succumb under the sheer weight of fighting that battle alone, eventually leaving Akechi and so many others like him to fend for themselves. ]

Because the world is ultimately selfish, there are too many who do nothing, and very few who do too much-- a handful of heroes bearing the weight of the world upon their shoulders. And they, too, will eventually exhaust themselves for the sake of limited success, unless they can change the system itself.

[ Which, he realizes, is exactly what the Phantom Thieves are naively trying to do, but-- ]

You've seen it for yourself, haven't you? One mistake and suddenly the entire public opinion turned against you and your group. Save for the ones who directly benefited from the change of hearts, do you think the Phantom Thieves have made much of a lasting impression on society at large?

[Akira looks away, thinking of the election, of Shido confessing to his crimes but still winning. He thinks of how it really didn't seem to matter at all.

And he realizes...]

...Maybe not.

[Did they really fail, in the end? Was their hard work in vain? Did it mean anything?]

I don't know if we made any lasting impact. Maybe no one will even remember us in the future, or even in a year. But... I still think we made the world better.

[Even if was small. Even if it will only directly impact a handful of people.

That's still a handful of people whose lives are better, through their actions. And it's not nothing. It isn't.]

In other words, though you cannot change the world at large, as long as you can change a single person's world, your efforts will be worth it. Like I said, it's an admirable notion.

[ Admirable, and stupid, worthy of a dumb hero. Honestly, it makes Akechi want to scoff at that idea, risking so much for people who otherwise might not have given him the time of the day. It makes him angry, too-- angry that this idiot might have (and still could) ended up dead because of his damn martyr complex, angry that he's reckless, and has so little regard for his own safety, as long as he gets to help people who mean nothing to him.

Angry that there was never anyone like that for him. ]

Just remember that anything that happens to you might have an impact on someone else, too. After all, to them, you might be their world, or a significant part of it.

[ Angry that Akira would rather save anyone else, than be that change in Akechi's world. ]

[And yet, it seems that Akechi doesn't even realize how far Akira is going to be that change in his world. To fight fate, to overcome death itself.

Akira wants to be that significant to Akechi... but saying that right now might be too much.]

...Being someone's world, huh...

[He looks away a bit, off into the distance. The idea that he could become that for anyone, though... it's a little overwhelming.]

It's kind of hard to believe I could ever mean that much to someone, but... it would be nice.

[Maybe this is as close as he can come to the question he wants to ask.]

[ ... Is Akira fucking kidding him? Or is he really just that stupid? ]

Hard to believe, you say...?

[ He manages to hold himself back this time, as much as the urge to spit poison and anger still gnaws at the tip of his tongue.

Akechi has seen it, time and time again, how the Phantom Thieves will throw themselves in harm's way, for each other as the merry little band of teammates they oh so proudly call themselves, but especially for Joker's sake, how they'll stand between an enemy and him, ready to toss their safety away and take a deadly blow meant for their leader. And while that can also be attributed to their respect for him as their central figure and even personal admiration as comrades, there's no way that's all it is. No way they would do this for someone who wasn't especially significant. ]

You might have to practice your observation skills more often. From where I'm standing, it's clear that you already are.

[ No way anyone would be willing to sacrifice their life for someone who didn't mean the world to them. ]

[For a moment, Akira thinks Akechi might be answering for himself, and he's a little surprised...

But then he catches the note in his voice, faint as it is, and realizes that Akechi isn't thinking of himself at all. Ah, well... it really was too much, too soon.]

You mean the Thieves? [He smiles a little at that.] Well... it's still pretty incredible. Not long ago, we didn't even know each other...

[Hm, maybe this isn't really helping, since Akechi has already revealed he might be a little jealous of his connection with the others, and given what Akira knows about the truth.]

But, you know... [He bumps his shoulder into Akechi's.] It'd be incredible to be important to someone else I know, too.

[ It doesn't help, and it's more than jealousy, too; it's disdain for someone as mediocre as Akira having forged such strong connections, mixed with Akechi's refusal to accept he, too, has fallen for those barely existent charm points, and an ultimately possessive feeling over his beloved piece of garbage.

But, that shoulder bump is enough to distract him from distressing thoughts, and bring his attention back to the matter at hand. ]

To someone else you know...?

[ Heh. For a thief, Akira isn't very subtle or stealthy at all. And, despite his own deceptively contained bitterness from earlier, Akechi can't help but crack a smile at the attempt. ]

You know, at first I thought you were simply inattentive, but now I'm fairly sure you're deliberately fishing for a compliment.

[ Or rather, for a feeling that, as far as Akechi is concerned, should have been obvious. Their constant arguments over Akira's reckless ways, and even Akechi's patronizing lectures whenever he got in trouble in this town... Hadn't they established it was all because of how important Akira is to him? ]

Me? Never.

[But there's a little bit of a playfulness to it. He's still a bit sad he can't get Akechi to see his point of view on this, and maybe he'll always be a little bitter that Akechi agrees with his parents, but he came here for a nice date, and he'd rather move them to safer territory.]

You wanted me to talk, so I did.

Hmm. I did.

[ While that is true, and despite that hint of playfulness, he can tell Akira isn't entirely happy about this discussion, especially with Akechi's insistence on questioning that stupidly heroic streak of his. Really, it's not like he can't see it from Akira's perspective, but he can't help but side with the people who want him to not get involved and stay safe.

But, if Akira had minded his own business, if he hadn't meddled with the wrong person... They never would have met, would they? ]

And since this is what we agreed upon, I suppose it's my turn to do some of that talking. In fact, I might even entrust you with a little secret.

[ None of his terribly sordid secrets, no, but a small one. So he leans in closer so that only Akira can hear it, his lips brushing against skin as he whispers: ]

I might not approve of your reckless meddling, but I'm glad you did. It is what brought us together, after all.

[ Fate, as one might call it, acts in mysterious ways. ]

[And that makes Akira feel much peppier.

He smiles, turning his head so that those lips that graced his skin can touch a different part of him, lightly pressing his own lips against them, not shy but simply modest and slow.

He doesn't speak again until he pulls back.]

I think it's safe to say it changed my life for the better.

[Even if it was hard at first, even if hard things might still be coming... the bonds he's made make it worth it. This makes it worth it.]

I'm glad I met you.

[ Another smile graces Akechi's features, gentler this time, as he lets those words wash over him. Even though he had given the Phantom Thieves nothing but trouble as the Ace Detective back home, even though he had perished in his hands in Chroma, Akira was still glad to have met him... Akechi can't remember the last time someone had told him that and meant it.

(For a moment, he wonders, hopes that his feelings would remain the same if he knew the truth about Akechi, if he knew his real self...) ]

Being a labeled a criminal and living in an attic is what you call changing life for the better...?

[ He snuggles up closer, buries his head in Akira and huffs a small laugh into his chest. ]

You're a man of strange preferences, Akira Kurusu.

[ Strange enough to like and date even him.

(But maybe, probably not the real Goro Akechi.) ]

[Akira wraps his arms around him to pull him closer still, idly rubbing his thumb on Akechi's back.]

Okay... my living arrangements could use some work, maybe.

[At least Leblanc is... warm? Sometimes? Okay, it sucks, but he gets coffee and curry in the morning so that's something.]

At least I have a door here. [It's a step up!]

[ Akira's true power: having coffee and curry every day for breakfast for a year without developing an ulcer. ]

A door...! [ Said in theatrical amazement, though he breaks character partway through the act and laughs. ] Impressive. So you mean to tell me your life has gotten even better in this place?

[ He... isn't entirely serious about his question, but at the same time, he can't say he understands Akira entirely, either. ]

[He knows it isn't entirely serious, but Akira takes a moment to think about it anyway.]

I think... I can breathe here. Without all that weight on my shoulders.

[The Thieves, school, his job, trying to meet the expectations of his friends... it's not that he regrets any of it, or doesn't enjoy it for the most part, but coming here has let him take that load off for awhile and just... be.]

Does that make sense?

[ Oh. A serious answer, is it? Well, since Akira is willing to be open about it... ]

You can breathe here, huh...

[ He cuddles up closer, more comfortable, but otherwise falls silent for a minute. Having to juggle school and multiple jobs while still maintaining a busy social life would be taxing enough on any ordinary high schooler, but Akira had even more on his plate-- the weight of several lives hanging on his leadership, and a dangerous identity to keep secret at all costs... Yes, Akechi can definitely see where he's coming from.

Because Akechi, himself, is every bit the same. ]

I suppose I can relate to the feeling.

[ Although he dares say his burden is even heavier. ]

[Akira bets he can. Especially given his... extracurricular activities.]

Yeah. I guess it's tiring going to school and being a detective, and a Thief on top of that.

[Of course that's all it is, right? Akira lets him rest against him, sinking in a little closer, a little more cozy.

He hopes Akechi really means that. That it's good for him, being here, away from the influences of their world. From the hate that seeps in like poison.]

[ That's all it is... Hah, if only. ]

... Yes. I do have quite a lot to juggle, back home.

[ And as much as he doesn't want to think about it, doesn't want to remember the dreadful things he's forced himself to do for a man he loathes, but it's hard not to, when even his words evoke some questions. Could he even call Tokyo that, when this place has felt a lot closer to a home than his lonely days back in the place he just happened to have been born in? A place where he had nothing but fleeting fame and a plan for revenge that never really made him feel happy like he's been here? ]

Honestly, it's not as though this place didn't have its own brand of hurdles to overcome, but I would be lying if I said it didn't give me more free time to myself and the chance to try things I never thought I would. For one, I--

[ He snuggles in even closer, buries his face in Akira's neck. ]

I don't think we would have ever gotten to know each other or become this close, back home.

[ ... would it even be a home without Akira? ]

[If he only knew how closely their lives would become intertwined, up until Akechi's...

No. He doesn't want to think about that right now.]

...Probably not.

[No, they wouldn't have. Maybe if they had, he could have stopped some of the things Akechi did at the end. It wouldn't be enough to completely absolve him of guilt but maybe, maybe...

Maybe they could have had a happier ending.]

But I think, either way... you would have been important to me.

[He knows he was. Is. Will always be.]

Even if we stole Niijima-san's treasure, and you walked out of my life forever... I wouldn't forget you.

[ Akechi is huffing a laugh before he can even try to stop it, and it's hardly out of any real amusement. Important to him? Hah. ]

There's no need for you to lie to me.

[ It comes out a lot more bitter than he intended, too. ]

Honestly, before we came here, we were closer to acquaintances than we were to friends, let alone anything more. I'm not sure how important that would be.

[ Even without taking Akechi's extracurricular activities into account, even as the ever pleasant teenage detective, they never spent much time together, save for the occasional exchange on the way to school or a brief encounter in Leblanc-- and it wasn't for a lack of trying on Akechi's side, either. As far as he can tell, Akira never had any real interest in him before their arrival in Chroma, and even now he still wonders if they only got this close for a lack of better, familiar options to hang out with.

Perhaps he was only fooling himself into believing Fate ever had anything to do with it. ]

If you were to never forget me, then I would probably only be remembered as the person who got in your way as a Phantom Thief, haha...

[Akira knows they didn't hang out that much, and he blames himself in large part for that. It had just been so hard to believe at first that such a well-known, well-liked mini-celebrity would have any interest in a scrawny delinquent who fanboys for the Phantom Thieves, even as the voice rang in his head, informing him of their bond. And there'd always been that nudge at the back of his mind that something wasn't right, confirmed when Akechi came to them and they remembered his remark about the pancakes.

And then everything had moved so fast.

They really do have time to breathe here.]

You remember what I said about bonds, don't you? About the arcana, and how it makes me stronger.

[He's sure Akechi remembers, even if it was a long time ago that they last talked about it. It was surely a revelation then.]

The bonds that tie into my personas... they're stronger than anything, and can't be broken. And you and I have one, even as small as our relationship was then. So it has to mean something, right?

How could I forget?

[ Yeah, of course he remembers. The goddamn power of bonds that gave Akira such an edge over his enemies and made him so strong, the same power that no one ever told Akechi about... The power he probably could never master, anyway. ]

Whether that had any meaning or not, I wouldn't know. That isn't an ability that we share.

[ Is it even a lie, really? Wildcard or not, Akechi could never form meaningful bonds from which he could harness any strength. Not with the way he is.

(He did hear the voice back then, though, just once, and a few times more ever since coming to place, but...) ]

Regardless, I do know that what we have now is meaningful. Whether it's strong because of the arcana or something else, it's irrelevant to me.

[ Yes, just a lot of talk of no consequence to him. He would never care about this arcana deal. ]

It's just... strong. And that's all that matters to me.

[ Not with the way he... was? ]

[It's... surprising, in a way, to hear Akechi talk like this. After his insistence in that forever ago timeline that he could never have friends, would never give himself over to this sort of weakness, to hear him talk now about such strong feelings between them...

It warms Akira. It gives him hope that none of this is in vain, that it's all going to lead somewhere. Somewhere better.

And it gives him butterflies, too. To know someone feels that strongly for him, and that he feels the same... who doesn't want that?

He can't help but grin, a little bigger and wider and more happy than before.]

Strong, huh...?

[And suddenly he leans in, pressing a big, loud kiss to Akechi's temple.]

I agree.

[ The kiss startles him just a little, and he can't help but giggle at the sound it makes, light and carefree and just... happy.

... huh. ]

I'm glad you do.

[ He's more than glad or even content, though. He really is... happy, isn't he? This is what happiness feels like, right? ]

Although if I get to choose, I hope this is about more than just an arcana talking to you.

[ He wouldn't really mind it if it was, though. The arcana doesn't make it any less meaningful or real; it might be quite the contrary.

(That is what he's been hearing, too... isn't it?) ]

[His giggles like that are so cute, so nice. He likes hearing them. Akira wonders if those kinds of giggles would have come more naturally from him, if he'd had a normal life...]

I think so. The Arcana isn't everything.

[But it does mean a lot, and it's certainly not a bad thing. At least, it means that his tie between himself and another person will always be strong, even if their relationship is... strained.]

[ Akira, don't be silly, the arcana is the means by which all is revealed.

Regardless, Akechi falls silent for a minute, his thoughts wandering off. The last time they talked about this, he had been understandably caught off guard-- and in all honesty, he still hates the idea that Akira has a better handle on his powers even though he has had them for much longer, but... He wants to know. Needs to know. And maybe it will be easier to do like this.

Maybe the strong, positive feelings he has for Akira will be enough to suppress his bitter, bitter jealousy. ]

You... never really told me much about it, though. About the arcana, and how it relates to your unique abilities as a Persona user.

[ Heh. Unique. Right. ]

Would you mind telling me now?

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