[ he tries to wave him off, moving to lean against the wall. his head hurts. it's like there's something clawing its way out of his brain, something that that was locked away for such a very long time. ]
Well, shit, Akira. I guess I am Satan.
[ there's a brief, stuttered laugh, and he covers his mouth with a hand. ]
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Well, shit, Akira. I guess I am Satan.
[ there's a brief, stuttered laugh, and he covers his mouth with a hand. ]