(Akihiko would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit concerned about the upcoming battle. It's easy enough to be confident, to say that the entire team were strong and coherent enough to take down whatever got thrown their way. But the pieces on the chessboard changed with Mochizuki and his information, the mentions of Nyx and the overarching chaos it would bring. The options given to them had been dramatic too; die not knowing it was going to happen, or to battle.
Arisato had made the right choice; Akihiko knows he would rather take the chance and, if it happened, go down fighting until his last breath. As for the others, it's difficult to know what they're thinking. Each of them had their own way of coping with things and Akihiko can't claim he's fully coherent with the potential End of Days looming. He even burned rice that evening, distracted by thoughts of battles and strategies to pay much heed to stirring the food.
Akihiko huffs quietly at his ceiling, staring at it as if that part of his room will suddenly unveil all the answers if looked at hard enough. Sleep is eluding him and eventually he rolls over, giving his pillow a firm punch as if the action itself would bring a few hours of rest. Being tired won't help reflex times and Akihiko finds himself staring at the wall instead. Dammit.)
Hm? (The small knock at his door isn't missed and he welcomes the distraction, getting out of bed to crack the door open a few inches. There's no surprise to see Mitsuru standing there and Akihiko steps back, opening the door to allow the redhead to step inside.) Something wrong?
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Arisato had made the right choice; Akihiko knows he would rather take the chance and, if it happened, go down fighting until his last breath. As for the others, it's difficult to know what they're thinking. Each of them had their own way of coping with things and Akihiko can't claim he's fully coherent with the potential End of Days looming. He even burned rice that evening, distracted by thoughts of battles and strategies to pay much heed to stirring the food.
Akihiko huffs quietly at his ceiling, staring at it as if that part of his room will suddenly unveil all the answers if looked at hard enough. Sleep is eluding him and eventually he rolls over, giving his pillow a firm punch as if the action itself would bring a few hours of rest. Being tired won't help reflex times and Akihiko finds himself staring at the wall instead. Dammit.)
Hm? (The small knock at his door isn't missed and he welcomes the distraction, getting out of bed to crack the door open a few inches. There's no surprise to see Mitsuru standing there and Akihiko steps back, opening the door to allow the redhead to step inside.) Something wrong?