[Then so be it. It's not like Akira doesn't have plenty of experience being the object of every ounce of someone's (negative) attention, and being coveted any other way is really no different. That's a weight he's willing to bear.

Akira, in sharp contrast to Ginger, knows that everything he touches and feels is real so long as its memory lingers in his heart. Even Mementos, a patchwork world weaved from the desires of the collective consciousness, is just as real. Even if they're worlds apart, their memories will always make up a part of who they are.

Akira grins, his smile sure and sharp.]

That's right. It's too late to back out now. [There he goes again hating on his incantation!! Akira huffs.] Buuut I'll give the incantation some serious thought. What about something in Latin? Everything sounds cooler in Latin.