[Ryuji doesn't interrupt while he's talking- not even to offer perspective, just taking in the recounting of his life's ambitions. Normal men, great men, lackluster men- it's a thing most people are familiar with. Ryuji wanted the Phantom Thieves to create a legacy just like that too- to rise in the ranks of popularity and herodom. And when finally given the choice between continuing onward to that greatness or falling back and doing what needed to be done, and nothing more... well, no one in history would remember Ryuji anyway.
His chest feels heavy though, the more he goes on and eventually the bottom lids of his eyes become saturated with a small amount of wetness. It's rather unprovoked, but there's a mix of feelings here he doesn't understand quite completely. How fucked up did the world have to be to let someone who could obtain the ranks of heroes that withstood the test of time just to let them die at their height. Breathing in, he rubs his eye and turns his head away from Achilles.
He wanted to join COST, in the beginning, out of a lust for glory. A lust to make the world a better place, but yeah, it was still greedy. He's finally getting it- what makes Achilles, Achilles.]
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His chest feels heavy though, the more he goes on and eventually the bottom lids of his eyes become saturated with a small amount of wetness. It's rather unprovoked, but there's a mix of feelings here he doesn't understand quite completely. How fucked up did the world have to be to let someone who could obtain the ranks of heroes that withstood the test of time just to let them die at their height. Breathing in, he rubs his eye and turns his head away from Achilles.
He wanted to join COST, in the beginning, out of a lust for glory. A lust to make the world a better place, but yeah, it was still greedy. He's finally getting it- what makes Achilles, Achilles.]
It's just... so messed up. Fate.