@lokifell
He wasn’t the type to believe in ghosts. Manifestations of the soul, the metaverse.. sure he could believe that, but ghosts? Absurd.. Then again, maybe he should rethink that belief.
The Eclipse in the sky upon his arrival was the least of his concerns.
His first night of sleep was filled with uneasy rest. Eyes stayed open as the light from the window and the moon light illuminates his room through the blinds, once again bars surrounded him though this prison was larger than the last.
He pats down his pockets, relief feeling the memento that sat in his pocket. At least there’s that. Restless. Uncomfortable. He sits up, and hopes to clear his head with the help of fresh air.
It’s not like Morgana was here to tell him to get some sleep.
The streets are quiet , and despite the time of night, there’s a few night owls wandering through. Eyes down,head low, a habit that hasn’t been shaken off, and yet it’s proven to be a magnet for running into people in the most uncomfortable ways.
“Oh I’m sorry-”
He begins the apology, and lifts his head.
Perhaps he truly has seen a ghost, or maybe history was repeating itself.
“Akechi..” A sense of dread at that implication, and yet relief at the face he’s hoped to see again be in another life or by the off chance that maybe just maybe-
“You’re alive?”
