[ He wonders if it would matter to tell him, and decides it ultimately wouldn't. (He isn't the sort to hold onto so many secrets anyhow, other than his mask of course, and even that doesn't carry the same weight here anymore.) ]
Over half a year.
[ More than six months to question Akechi's motives, or, admittedly, moreso to forget. So much has happened in this new world that he hasn't often had the luxury to think so fully on home. While the memories never fully escape him, they often slip from his attention, little shadows in the back of his mind.
Facing his 'rival' now, he remembers the last they'd met—in a glitzy casino, as Joker and Crow. ...Not in that interrogation room, though sometimes it strangely feels as if he'd stared down the barrel of his gun in person. (Neither forgiven or forgotten, but not held at the forefront of his thoughts, either. He's moved on, as the rest of them have had to here.)
...The question, then, is where Akechi stands in all of this. ]
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Over half a year.
[ More than six months to question Akechi's motives, or, admittedly, moreso to forget. So much has happened in this new world that he hasn't often had the luxury to think so fully on home. While the memories never fully escape him, they often slip from his attention, little shadows in the back of his mind.
Facing his 'rival' now, he remembers the last they'd met—in a glitzy casino, as Joker and Crow. ...Not in that interrogation room, though sometimes it strangely feels as if he'd stared down the barrel of his gun in person. (Neither forgiven or forgotten, but not held at the forefront of his thoughts, either. He's moved on, as the rest of them have had to here.)
...The question, then, is where Akechi stands in all of this. ]