[There’s— fuck, there’s something there. He can’t tell what it is, but something about what Ryuji said changed something in Akechi.
It’s not like Ryuji never wanted Kamoshida dead. Ever since that bastard started talking shit about his mom, a part of him knew he’d never be satisfied until the fucker was dead. It’s a part of him he’s terrified of, but a part of him nonetheless. He wanted to hurt him. Still does. Because of Kamoshida, the one thing Ryuji was ever any good at was taken away from him, now only hurting him instead. Because of Kamoshida, his mom blames herself for ruining his life. If it were only up to him, Kamoshida would be dead.
But it’s not all up to him. Kamoshida’s victims all deserve justice, recompense for all the horrors he put them through. They deserve to know that he’ll live to see punishment, that he’ll lay awake at night ravaged by the guilt of what he’d done to them, knowing that it eats him alive. A fraction of the pain they’d all suffered at his hands. That’s justice. That’s what sets Akechi and the Phantom Thieves apart.
Of course, Akechi doesn’t give anything away. He barely even reacts to anything he’d told him. Frustrated, Ryuji groans, smacking his hand into the water.] Come on, dude! Throw me a bone here! What do you think qualifies then, huh? Gimme something, man, anything!
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It’s not like Ryuji never wanted Kamoshida dead. Ever since that bastard started talking shit about his mom, a part of him knew he’d never be satisfied until the fucker was dead. It’s a part of him he’s terrified of, but a part of him nonetheless. He wanted to hurt him. Still does. Because of Kamoshida, the one thing Ryuji was ever any good at was taken away from him, now only hurting him instead. Because of Kamoshida, his mom blames herself for ruining his life. If it were only up to him, Kamoshida would be dead.
But it’s not all up to him. Kamoshida’s victims all deserve justice, recompense for all the horrors he put them through. They deserve to know that he’ll live to see punishment, that he’ll lay awake at night ravaged by the guilt of what he’d done to them, knowing that it eats him alive. A fraction of the pain they’d all suffered at his hands. That’s justice. That’s what sets Akechi and the Phantom Thieves apart.
Of course, Akechi doesn’t give anything away. He barely even reacts to anything he’d told him. Frustrated, Ryuji groans, smacking his hand into the water.] Come on, dude! Throw me a bone here! What do you think qualifies then, huh? Gimme something, man, anything!