[he's definitely trying to hide as much of that pain as he can, so he worries morgana and the others as much.
he's doing his best, though.
akira's not the sort to let things break him, after all. they may have went for the jugular, drugging him and beating him—but he stuck to his guns. even when his memories were hazy, even when it felt like a struggle to remember the details, never for a moment did he consider selling anyone out or giving in. he's defiant, even while cooperating.
so there's no doubt he'll be fine. he'll pick himself up and be the leader they need to finish this job.
he just needs to rest and recover from his injuries first. and after a moment, he draws his hand back from morgana's head, using it to rub his other wrist—they're bruised and marked from where the handcuffs were, and he can feel the soreness now that plenty of time has passed.]
I didn't know it was a competition. [he replies wryly, plenty content to carry on the conversation like this instead of focusing on the worst.] If anything, she'd be my senpai.
no subject
he's doing his best, though.
akira's not the sort to let things break him, after all. they may have went for the jugular, drugging him and beating him—but he stuck to his guns. even when his memories were hazy, even when it felt like a struggle to remember the details, never for a moment did he consider selling anyone out or giving in. he's defiant, even while cooperating.
so there's no doubt he'll be fine. he'll pick himself up and be the leader they need to finish this job.
he just needs to rest and recover from his injuries first. and after a moment, he draws his hand back from morgana's head, using it to rub his other wrist—they're bruised and marked from where the handcuffs were, and he can feel the soreness now that plenty of time has passed.]
I didn't know it was a competition. [he replies wryly, plenty content to carry on the conversation like this instead of focusing on the worst.] If anything, she'd be my senpai.