[ Considering Guren is a piece of shit who barely ever asks for help, maybe he should be glad anyone is coming for him at all! ]
Very well. I will be over soon.
[ And, just like calculated, it only takes him a short while to gather everything Guren had asked and set off. There's a sense of dread growing with every step he takes, a weight setting down in the pit of his stomach, and it only gets worse when he finally sees... that door.
For an endless minute, he stands there, staring at the poorly patched up crack across the surface, and all the insults and secrets that it had spilled that day. Secrets that he'll never get to learn about, because the dead don't share.
Willing the memory away - and failing miserably at it - Akechi knocks once, twice, and waits for an answer. If no one comes in another minute or so, he's breaking in. ]
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Very well. I will be over soon.
[ And, just like calculated, it only takes him a short while to gather everything Guren had asked and set off. There's a sense of dread growing with every step he takes, a weight setting down in the pit of his stomach, and it only gets worse when he finally sees... that door.
For an endless minute, he stands there, staring at the poorly patched up crack across the surface, and all the insults and secrets that it had spilled that day. Secrets that he'll never get to learn about, because the dead don't share.
Willing the memory away - and failing miserably at it - Akechi knocks once, twice, and waits for an answer. If no one comes in another minute or so, he's breaking in. ]