#dv verse

When Akihiko woke up this morning, there were (at least to his knowledge) zero people in the group dead. And now, as everyone slowly filed out of the “courtroom” with varying levels of broken despair on their faces, two of them had died. Noah and Goro. Akihiko didn’t know either of them too well, but neither of them deserved the end they got. Even murder didn’t justify the punishment Goro had received...Akihiko had to look away as the blood rose upwards over Goro, but the blood-stained scene left afterwards was downright sickening.

“We’re all murderers, now,” he heard someone say. His first reaction was to think No, not all of us--he’d been one of the few people not to cast their vote--but he knew that wasn’t true. Vote or no, he had been a part of Goro’s death. Akihiko’s shoulders sagged as he felt the weight of this sink in. Having blood on his hands was something he hoped to never get used to, especially after seeing the saying brought to life in such a horrifying manner.

Powerless...there was that familiar feeling. Once again, faced with someone’s death, Akihiko had been powerless to do anything. If he had just...if he had just what? Punched a little girl? Pulled his Evoker against the one with the gun? Tried to free Goro from his execution? If only he could summon Caeser here...no, he was not going into that mindset again.

He finally tore his gaze from the detective’s final act and filed into the elevator. No, he couldn’t give up here...he still had people to fight for, and would he do his best to the very end. Still, that didn’t make the churning in his gut or the fog in his head or the gentle weeping he heard any easier to bear.