[Somehow, the mute shake of his head is more infuriating than any answer he could have given. Akechi feels his teeth bare in a grimace like a mockery of the smiles he used to give the television cameras with such ease.]
"Dead men tell no tales," hm?
[He closes the distance between them with deliberate steps, metal-clawed boots clicking against the stone. Dust swirls up around each footstep, but wisely decides not to get caught in whatever that business is with the tattered edges of his black-and-blue striped bodysuit and instead drifts back down to the ground.]
So then what does bring you here, Joker? [He gestures expansively to the empty world around them. Ren shouldn't be here. Ren shouldn't be here. Ren shouldn't be here.] Don't tell me you missed me.
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"Dead men tell no tales," hm?
[He closes the distance between them with deliberate steps, metal-clawed boots clicking against the stone. Dust swirls up around each footstep, but wisely decides not to get caught in whatever that business is with the tattered edges of his black-and-blue striped bodysuit and instead drifts back down to the ground.]
So then what does bring you here, Joker? [He gestures expansively to the empty world around them. Ren shouldn't be here. Ren shouldn't be here. Ren shouldn't be here.] Don't tell me you missed me.