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Ah... I knew that, actually. You were aware that the dead were left behind as ghosts, right?

[He's not actually sure how well known that part of the Hunt was, considering the Leafs were so unhelpful and the ghosts could only interact with one another.

He lifts the necklace in the meantime and drapes it back around his neck, tucking it beneath his robe where it's always remained. Feels good to have that weight back, a feeling they'd shared unknowingly.]

Ah.

[Akechi heard as much from Mishima, but he hadn't been certain if it applied everyone the fae killed or not. Hopefully Caduceus missed the way Akechi had to scrub away his tears after the man finally passed.]

I had some inkling, but I'm grateful to have the confirmation. [and then an awkward little pause, akechi tugging at his gloves.] ...What do you need?

Hmm. [That sure is a good question that he wishes he had a good answer for.] I'm... not sure. I've died before. I've felt pain, been injured. Even been hunted many times. That isn't the part I'm struggling with.

[Maybe this problem is that, while he likely can't be the only one who feels this kind of way about things, it sure feels that way due to his reasoning. Hard to talk about.]

Death is... a part of every natural existence. The inevitability of it, the life that comes from what remains, gives me comfort even in the face of the pain it brings. I was taught that death is how we nurture life, that is what my family has always believed. Before I came here, I had a conversation with my sister, about my wishes for what remained of me, if I didn't survive. We were headed somewhere terrible, dangerous, I hadn't fully expected to come back alive. I wasn't ready, but I'd thought- I had to be. Because we had to go. One day, sooner or later, it would come for me, too.

[And yet. His gaze shifts to his hands, recalling the sensation - or lack of it - after he'd died. He'd been...]

I didn't- I never expected to... stick around. Ghosts are against the natural order of things, abominations to the Wildmother. Kinda spent the rest of the Hunt hating my own existence, and that was... new, for me.

[And considering his final wish as he'd died, it sure was an extra kick in the teeth he hadn't wanted or expected.]

[oh.

Akechi thinks that he might understand, how the inevitably of death has made it that much easier to accept, to hold his chin up and stride forward towards the oblivion that he knew awaited him. But this in-between existence, these drawn out months where Akechi's been forced to live knowing it could be pulled out from beneath him at any time, it's borderline torture to endure. So to expect death and then be forced to see the world you can't reach through the eyes of a ghost? Yes, that does sound like hell.]

I have nothing of comfort to add on, but I will remind you that this place doesn't adhere to the rules of our worlds. It's better to remember this existence as another trial to survive, knowing that one day you'll get back to where you came from, where everything makes sense again.

[It's impossible for Akechi to not remember Caduceus' final words, talking about how she would take him home. How disappointing it must have been to find she couldn't reach the man in this place.]

Has it shaken your faith?

No, [comes his immediate answer, alongside the swift shake of his head. But that's all he says for a long moment, hesitant as to what else he wants to say in response.]

The flaw doesn't lie with her. Contrary to what people often believe, the gods aren't infallible, all powerful. They are not obligated to be at the beck and call of their faithful at every moment. An unanswered prayer doesn't mean a lack of faith or love, it only means a lack of alignment in priority. [He smiles wryly.] If I'm being honest, I've had the good fortune to have many prayers answered. I could always feel her presence, back home. She's never given me reason to doubt her.

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