[ Once upon a time, the Gun Devil had been everything to Aki. Getting beaten, getting stabbed, watching people die, losing limbs or skin or hair, all of it had been worth it to get closer and closer to fighting and beating it, overcoming that impossibility in order to let himself have the vengeance he felt as if he deserved. Nothing else had mattered to him, nothing in the world had come close to comparing to it, not until Makima-san had put Denji in his care.
His world had changed, then, irreversibly.
He had wanted to live his life for Denji, for Power, whatever little he had left. And, in a way, Aki thinks he did spend those last moments with them, even if it wasn't in any kind of way he would want.
Backing up and out of the way, he crosses his arms as he watches Bakugo blow out the wall, shaking his head. It's not as if he would've done anything better, but... ]
After me, then?
[ He starts to slip through, ocular still lit up. ]
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His world had changed, then, irreversibly.
He had wanted to live his life for Denji, for Power, whatever little he had left. And, in a way, Aki thinks he did spend those last moments with them, even if it wasn't in any kind of way he would want.
Backing up and out of the way, he crosses his arms as he watches Bakugo blow out the wall, shaking his head. It's not as if he would've done anything better, but... ]
After me, then?
[ He starts to slip through, ocular still lit up. ]
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