He remembers their words, remembers how they'd claimed he could work with them once more. His mind had been a haze of something between confusion and bitterness... anger and disbelief... He hadn't wanted to let himself believe that any of them really meant those final words, and yet...
Briefly, he considers pointing out that he hasn't done anything wrong... here. This is the straightest and narrowest path he's walked in a while, he admits, so he does acknowledge that his life back home had been anything but saintly. The crimes while "working with" the Phantom Thieves...
Those had barely touched the tip of the iceberg of fucked up things he's done. So, yes. He knows he should stop pretending. There's a quiet sigh, an unfolding of arms, an unreadable expression... Then, the smirk that brushes over his lips is anything but arrogant this time. His gaze shifts away and he doesn't even notice that the smoke and remnants of flame are completely gone, replaced by a creeping, crawling... blackness. It's more than just color vanishing and it's not simply a case of everything around him dying -- it's almost as though his shadow has solidified just a little and decided to... wander.
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He remembers their words, remembers how they'd claimed he could work with them once more. His mind had been a haze of something between confusion and bitterness... anger and disbelief... He hadn't wanted to let himself believe that any of them really meant those final words, and yet...
Briefly, he considers pointing out that he hasn't done anything wrong... here. This is the straightest and narrowest path he's walked in a while, he admits, so he does acknowledge that his life back home had been anything but saintly. The crimes while "working with" the Phantom Thieves...
Those had barely touched the tip of the iceberg of fucked up things he's done. So, yes. He knows he should stop pretending. There's a quiet sigh, an unfolding of arms, an unreadable expression... Then, the smirk that brushes over his lips is anything but arrogant this time. His gaze shifts away and he doesn't even notice that the smoke and remnants of flame are completely gone, replaced by a creeping, crawling... blackness. It's more than just color vanishing and it's not simply a case of everything around him dying -- it's almost as though his shadow has solidified just a little and decided to... wander.
"Well? What are you going to do about it?"