[Akira knew it was for the best if he spent the rest of the Triple Moons and beyond in confinement, where he couldn't possibly hurt anyone else. He'd been given a cell and restrained -- sedated when he became too violent again to control -- and, once the moons had passed, very rapidly realised that being confined alone with little to do gave him way too much time in his own head.
He couldn't stop thinking about how he'd hurt people. How he'd killed the Archangel, and Ren. When he wasn't hating himself he was shedding tears for what he'd done. If they never forgave him, he'd deserve it.
He's wallowing in his misery, laying on the bed and gazing at the ceiling, when he notices movement out of the corner of his eye. He sits bolt upright, eyes wide.]
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He couldn't stop thinking about how he'd hurt people. How he'd killed the Archangel, and Ren. When he wasn't hating himself he was shedding tears for what he'd done. If they never forgave him, he'd deserve it.
He's wallowing in his misery, laying on the bed and gazing at the ceiling, when he notices movement out of the corner of his eye. He sits bolt upright, eyes wide.]
zaShunina?! What are you doing here?