[Silent, even with the bruises forming and the blood spilling down his face, melting the snow beneath his cheek. The sight of him arrests Akira, shakes the breath in his lungs. How long ago was it that he lied on the cold hard ground beneath someone else's heel just like this? His mission so important that he would endure any amount of abuse to keep his secrets safe?
Back then, he would've died to protect his friends, all the people he cared about, to keep Mementos out of the hands of people who might use it to abuse and exploit the masses. He had to stay mum. He had to endure the abuse. If he didn't, countless people would have gotten hurt. No matter how people misunderstood him, villainized him, Akira would gladly suffer in silence as long as those same people would be protected through his sacrifice.
Solomon's eyes close and Akira withdraws, turning on his heel, to stagger back the way he came. The hydra's head will remain firmly on its shoulders, and Akira won't give chase when it recovers, leaving the fallen beast where it lies. There is no fairy tale ending, no moral to this story, only silence.]
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Back then, he would've died to protect his friends, all the people he cared about, to keep Mementos out of the hands of people who might use it to abuse and exploit the masses. He had to stay mum. He had to endure the abuse. If he didn't, countless people would have gotten hurt. No matter how people misunderstood him, villainized him, Akira would gladly suffer in silence as long as those same people would be protected through his sacrifice.
Solomon's eyes close and Akira withdraws, turning on his heel, to stagger back the way he came. The hydra's head will remain firmly on its shoulders, and Akira won't give chase when it recovers, leaving the fallen beast where it lies. There is no fairy tale ending, no moral to this story, only silence.]