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'You're a glass cannon. A paper torch. Despite getting maimed multiple times, however...you manage to keep getting back up.' Akihito would move a paw through the water, listening to the words of the spirit warrior beside him, who continued to ramble on about what he was, and what he was capable of.
'Bullcrap. I'm my own person. I can be whatever I want to be.' He'd never really gotten to know his dad. But he did know his mom. Right now however, he was talking to a friend. The area around the two bloodstained. 'You know what you did.' He'd turn his gaze up. 'You are Beyond the Boundary, after all.' ...
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He'd awake in slight discomfort. Lifting up his paws to stretch, he flinched back when he noticed they where covered in crimson, backing up into a tree. smaking the back of his head. Blinking his eyes again, he sighed. A flashback. Nothing more. He'd breath in the crisp air that came with living near any body of water, flecks of light cascading over the vast expanse of blue beside him.
Flicking his ear to the side, he'd relax his body. Take a deep breath, and listen to the rolling of the waves.
It was nothing more then a bad dream. Something he tended to have a lot of. Wouldn't be lovely if someone could be as laid-back and happy as they liked act? Was it wrong that he wished to be unfettered by worry and concern? ...he knew that wouldn't be possible for him. He was cursed after all. Cursed to turn into a monster whenever he was fatally injured. Cursed to scare everyone he cared about away. Cursed to be alone.
His expression didn't change. It was just rather hard, his nose wrinkling. His breathing did catch for a moment. Though, he decided to let the thoughts go. Relaxing once again. His expression would soften as he pushed the thoughts aside. He had to focus on current events. The here and now.
He didn't mind being alone either. He'd gotten used to it. He was used to having short term friends who would eventually freak out once he'd get fatally injured and get up like it never happened. When he turned. He'd always make new temporary ones when he found a new place to hide from the people who did know.
He just wanted to be normal. He just wanted to be free from the curse of immortality.
He didn't want to be alone. Because despite how happy he could act...it wouldn't change how he felt inside.