[ Keeping it together is all she can ever do. She knows almost instantly what goes through his mind, how much more thought he gives to a predicament such as theirs. Akane only survives because she breaks things down to their basest levels, analyzes each one, and accepts every piece for the part of the whole it produces, no matter how broken. To the rest of her Division, maybe even the Bureau itself, it speaks of a stubborn, radical competence. Kindness set on fire, kindness beyond color.
Ginoza must see it for what it really is. A tourniquet. A sturdy fix without the means to truly heal. If Akane doesn't give everything she has to breaking the system down in the same way, then it all becomes meaningless. Choosing Sibyl over Kougami, ensuring that he'd never again have a place among them. Damning the ghost of a man not yet dead, and surviving on wisps of his smoke in her teeth.
She reminds herself, as Gino's fight drains from him beneath her touch. This is what they have. ]
I find time, somehow. [ Her smile is thin now, weighed down. No less genuine, because she can't be anything but with him. ] Like here.
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Ginoza must see it for what it really is. A tourniquet. A sturdy fix without the means to truly heal. If Akane doesn't give everything she has to breaking the system down in the same way, then it all becomes meaningless. Choosing Sibyl over Kougami, ensuring that he'd never again have a place among them. Damning the ghost of a man not yet dead, and surviving on wisps of his smoke in her teeth.
She reminds herself, as Gino's fight drains from him beneath her touch. This is what they have. ]
I find time, somehow. [ Her smile is thin now, weighed down. No less genuine, because she can't be anything but with him. ] Like here.