[For a moment, Akechi's expression is frozen in that exhausted sneer, all of his profound disappointment pressed into a thin-lipped purse of his mouth.
But this? This ridiculous reaction? This back and forth fight aloud with himself? It is so utterly the Joker that he knew that even Goro Akechi can't help himself from laughing right back at him, not the posh, perfected chuckle he practiced in the mirror, but a stuttering, choking, guttural laugh. Something real, the kind of real that only ever peeks out when Akechi's with him.]
Just as absurd as ever, I see. There's no growing out of that.
[And if Akechi finds the slightest sliver of comfort in that sentiment, so what.]
But I'm afraid we have an even bigger problem on our hands than my potential to disrupt your future. [and because he has never softened a sentence a day in his life, he continues bluntly,] I died, Ren, while you were still living. So why exactly has another version of yourself followed me to the afterlife?
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But this? This ridiculous reaction? This back and forth fight aloud with himself? It is so utterly the Joker that he knew that even Goro Akechi can't help himself from laughing right back at him, not the posh, perfected chuckle he practiced in the mirror, but a stuttering, choking, guttural laugh. Something real, the kind of real that only ever peeks out when Akechi's with him.]
Just as absurd as ever, I see. There's no growing out of that.
[And if Akechi finds the slightest sliver of comfort in that sentiment, so what.]
But I'm afraid we have an even bigger problem on our hands than my potential to disrupt your future. [and because he has never softened a sentence a day in his life, he continues bluntly,] I died, Ren, while you were still living. So why exactly has another version of yourself followed me to the afterlife?