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It washes past him. He tries to process it into something logical, but it eludes him—perhaps because it's so late. "Why?"

"Because everyone is so focused on Drake's pain that they neglect to consider how much you've been hurting as well? Even Crow shares those sentiments, however he behaved earlier out of some kneejerk response to the scolding he received."

He can't help but advocate for Crow even now. The guilt from the earlier conversation lingers, like an itch that can't be scratched.

"These things are seldom one-sided. Even Crow is starting to blame himself for everything that transpired, both tonight and all those months ago, yet the reality is far more muddled and messy. It's a cycle of hurt, but one that affects you as well. Yet there are those, like Glitch, who refuse to consider that. And it's hypocritical, isn't it? She complained that you called her a bomb without getting to know her, yet she refuses to extend the same courtesy to you."

That was rambly, and yet it all comes down to one small thing.

"And, ultimately, you're a person whose thoughts and feelings still matter."

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The irony of that—of the Shadow lecturing him on his own personhood—hits him like no logical argument could have done. And it gives him pause. He's not a person, after all; not really. Never has been. He just plays the part.

"Glitch doesn't consider anything like that because she's a psychopath, or as good as." Always better to evade, after all. He doubts it will work.

"You're deflecting again." Not that he's surprised. It's one of Magpie's most well-worn tools. "Glitch likely sees it this way because she cares deeply for Drake and, in her eyes, what you said to him was unforgivable. It's easier to focus on the bad than confront the more layered reality, where a person may have reasons for their behaviors beyond pure malice."

Perhaps in some regards, it's the same for Magpie, though that goes unsaid.

"You questioned whether or not I have my own thoughts and feelings, and I'm not even human. You are, and so I should think the same courtesy should extend to you."

He draws his knees up, folding his arms on top of them as his shoulders droop ever so slightly. "You're the worst. Do you know that? Talking to you is like talking to Raven."

"But you love Raven, so I'll take it as a compliment." Take that, Magpie. Your barbs and spikes are nothing. "And besides, I was born of his repressed feelings at the end of the day. It's really no surprise that you'd see glimmers of him in me."

The l-word makes his head jerk up in the eerie half-light, but he at least doesn't deny it. "You're childish, sentimental, and naïve. And when you get your teeth into something, you're like a dog with a bone. It's impossible to make you see sense."

"Or is it that we do see the sense you refuse to let yourself see?" Oh, listen to that confidence return to his voice, look at the way his lips perk into a smirk.

"No," he says, crisp as you like. "Ironically, you don't see the differences between your situation and my own. Between the constraints of my personhood, if you insist, compared to your own."

"Well then. Care to elaborate on where I'm wrong?" He's all ears. Go ahead and make a point.

"Would you like to talk, Akechi-kun?" he mimics, in the most flawless Detective Prince manner—except for its sour downturn at the end.

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"It's a genuine question. Forgive me for caring enough to ask." Honestly. It's no wonder Magpie has so much trouble with others. Not that Crow's Shadow minds. He can put up with it.

"It's beyond me why you bother." He sighs, half-burying his face in his arms. "What about I'm a murderer, who murders people, and has to look Shido Masayoshi in the face without murdering him, is unclear?"

"And you think that somehow renders your feelings and experiences invalid?" Screw it. He's moving even closer now. "I know you don't like to be treated as a victim, and I acknowledge that you've taken ownership of your crimes. But so what? That you do take such ownership, that you do see it as a reason to devalue yourself... it's equal parts heartbreaking and proof that you are more than Shido could ever hope to be."

He slowly breathes in, then out.

"Shido doesn't give a damn who suffers on his ascent to power. Everyone and everything is expendable, but you got started down this path specifically to make him pay, didn't you? Even if it's left you with a trail of blood, even if you've done treacherous things, why should that take away from your own suffering, especially in a place such as this?"

Oh no, not another lecture about Shido. Now he really does bury his face in his arms. "I know more about Shido than you could ever hope to. I don't need to be told anything about him! I don't want to sit here wondering what I feel, because I don't feel anything."

"You do, because if you were truly cold and unfeeling, you wouldn't protest. You simply wouldn't care." He almost growls his words, only to stop himself, press his palms together, and steady his breathing again. "But... I understand. It would be easier to be unfeeling, to not give a rat's ass about complications and consequences. You aren't wrong to feel that way, especially now."

"Heh. I wish I felt that way." He still doesn't lift his face.

"Then correct me, because you and I both know that you don't literally feel nothing. If you did, you wouldn't wish to feel as if you did."

Goodness, has he ever felt so... frustrated before?

"Complications and consequences... I think about nothing else. All the time. You could say I don't even think about it." Tee hee. "Back home, I could put them out of my mind."

But not here. Here, all too often, he's left with nothing but his own mind, endlessly rotating, dodging, plotting.

"Then isn't it better to air them out, so they aren't merely spinning endlessly? To voice these feelings, so they are out and the open, and you carry less weight into the mission."

But it's a start. An admission. Perhaps there's still hope for him yet.

"No, it's not better." One eye, lightless in the dark, peeps up over his arm. "I haven't even been able to make you understand. Anything I say, anything real or—or true...."

He breaks off. What the fuck is wrong with him, all of a sudden?

"Why isn't it better?" The why matters, but he sees that eye. Gives a fleeting glance. "Even if I can't grasp everything, I'm still willing to try, but dancing around these subjects won't bring any clarity for either of us."

But maybe it's not just a matter of words. He reaches out, but doesn't touch. "Do you... need anything?"

The other eye appears, far more quickly than the other one did. "No gay chicken."

What.

Crow's Shadow freezes for a second, eyes wide, and then...

Oh, he laughs. He covers his mouth with a hand out of politeness, but laughter rings all the same.

"E-emotional support isn't the same as romantic or sexual advances..."

"Isn't it?" All right, though. Time to turn the tables. "Why did you get so upset about that earlier, anyway?"

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