[If this had been years earlier, she would've laughed at his joke. Instead, it just makes her feel guiltier. Sadder. He's still hanging on to that wisecracking attitude; but neither he nor her are getting any younger, and things have only gotten harder.
While Akame's posture remains straight and resolute, if Peter looks closely, her shoulders have slumped ever-so-slightly at his question. Because that's the sticking point, isn't it? The heartfelt hook of an Adele song. The answer is, and always has been, always will be, "yes." Because all her life, she has been alone. There was no one to help her take care of Kurome. There was no one to help her after the Elite Seven were all killed. There was no one to help her kill Gozuki. She has been separated, for years, now, from what's left of Night Raid.
She was alone when Nic died. She was alone when Peter died the second time, until Ino showed up. It's going to remain that way. She'll keep it that way.
It's the only way. When she finally turns to look at him, fairly incongruous doe eyes and all, she's as staid and unrelenting as ever she was in the face of his puppy-dog look, but there's a hint of strain in her famed poker face; a slight creasing at the corners of her eyes, a faint downward pull at the corners of her mouth, as his tone becomes more serious.]
Peter, I've seen you die once. I won't allow it to happen again. [Even her voice is a little on the weary side, if he's able to catch it. The grip of hand upon her sword's handle is tense; her knuckles show through her gloves. Don't make her second-guess herself. She's done hesitating. It's taken her a decade to convince herself of that, too.
She shakes her head.] I can't guarantee your survival if you head in there with me. You've already given up so much to be here...and you deserve to live.
[She's not sure if she'll be able to handle seeing him die again. It'd be too much. He's a kind-hearted person, an extraordinary person, and she's tired of seeing the good die unjustly.
Akame raises her head, willing the cold mask to reassert itself.]
I've lived my life. I have no regrets. That's why you need to turn back.
comes back sailing on a lapras, wow rude
While Akame's posture remains straight and resolute, if Peter looks closely, her shoulders have slumped ever-so-slightly at his question. Because that's the sticking point, isn't it? The heartfelt hook of an Adele song. The answer is, and always has been, always will be, "yes." Because all her life, she has been alone. There was no one to help her take care of Kurome. There was no one to help her after the Elite Seven were all killed. There was no one to help her kill Gozuki. She has been separated, for years, now, from what's left of Night Raid.
She was alone when Nic died. She was alone when Peter died the second time, until Ino showed up. It's going to remain that way. She'll keep it that way.
It's the only way. When she finally turns to look at him, fairly incongruous doe eyes and all, she's as staid and unrelenting as ever she was in the face of his puppy-dog look, but there's a hint of strain in her famed poker face; a slight creasing at the corners of her eyes, a faint downward pull at the corners of her mouth, as his tone becomes more serious.]
Peter, I've seen you die once. I won't allow it to happen again. [Even her voice is a little on the weary side, if he's able to catch it. The grip of hand upon her sword's handle is tense; her knuckles show through her gloves. Don't make her second-guess herself. She's done hesitating. It's taken her a decade to convince herself of that, too.
She shakes her head.] I can't guarantee your survival if you head in there with me. You've already given up so much to be here...and you deserve to live.
[She's not sure if she'll be able to handle seeing him die again. It'd be too much. He's a kind-hearted person, an extraordinary person, and she's tired of seeing the good die unjustly.
Akame raises her head, willing the cold mask to reassert itself.]
I've lived my life. I have no regrets. That's why you need to turn back.