[jesus christ how many killing games are there in this vast universe? it takes all of Akira's willpower not to let his boiling anger, already beginning to churn in the pit of his stomach, take over right then and there. he flexes his hands into fists, then releases them slowly]
. . . good. I'm glad you were able to escape.
[it takes a moment for Akira to compose himself to ask the next question. he doesn't think he's going to like the response]
no subject
. . . good. I'm glad you were able to escape.
[it takes a moment for Akira to compose himself to ask the next question. he doesn't think he's going to like the response]
What happened to Ann?