[ Nothing could be put between Akira and his upset but time. Dying, waking up, having to listen to that like they knew anything about him but, of course, he couldn't verify a thing but his name. Who in their right mind could endure that?
Akira could, allegedly. He feels no kinship to the boy they obliquely referenced and then stonewalled him on, and after that, well. Some cooling off needed to happen. He just wasn't counting on a god needing the same.
The forest doesn't exist solely to facilitate Akira's frustrated wandering; it finds Makoto's fury as compelling and rises to it, steels its trees apparently. Heaven should be good for something, he guesses. Akira doesn't try staying out of sight but he wonders if sound alone would reach her if he continues loitering in her periphery, less anger and more stoic observation of his god now.]
b.
waking up, having to listen to that like they knew anything about him but, of course, he couldn't verify a thing but his name. Who in their right mind could endure that?
Akira could, allegedly. He feels no kinship to the boy they obliquely referenced and then stonewalled him on, and after that, well. Some cooling off needed to happen. He just wasn't counting on a god needing the same.
The forest doesn't exist solely to facilitate Akira's frustrated wandering;
it finds Makoto's fury as compelling and rises to it, steels its trees apparently. Heaven should be good for something, he guesses. Akira doesn't try staying out of sight but he wonders if sound alone would reach her if he continues loitering in her periphery, less anger and more stoic observation of his god now.]
That doesn't hurt?