[Accelerator is fairly sure he's going to be completely exhausted tomorrow. This is still worthwhile, but maybe he'll skip tomorrow and just stay in bed all day. That would be nice.
Right now he just needs to take this one step at a time, what few memories he has of that night coming back to him. Things get fuzzy around the time when he was shot, but most of it is still fairly clear, especially his last few thoughts before the bullet hit him. Accelerator is fully expecting to get teased over his explanation; maybe something about how he shouldn't be pissing off people with guns (valid), or some brazen remark about how his ability apparently must not work on bullets. Something along those lines, something to put him down a little, since the opportunity is right there and Endo has shown he isn't above tearing into him. It wouldn't even be unwarranted, in his opinion. He screwed up, he's the one who caused the entire situation in the first place.
But no, Accelerator can't detect even a hint of sarcasm, and his smile fades as he glances over warily. Sincerity? He's being sincere? Their close physical proximity makes him acutely aware he's staring after only a few moments, so he goes back to looking down at the sidewalk. That's a lot easier, and gives him another few seconds to decide whether or not he wants to answer.
It can't hurt. Sans some details, of course, and chances are explaining will result in some teasing, but whatever. It'd give him the chance to make it clear that it was his screw-up. He deserves at least a little ridicule for fucking everything up so badly.]
.... He was going to hurt some brats to pay off a fucking gambling debt. I stopped him, but I almost didn't bother. If I'd just helped out from the start things would've turned out a lot better.
[He huffs. That's more than enough information, he doesn't need to get into details about the clones or Last Order. That they were artificially created doesn't matter, nor does the method in which Amai Ao was going to hurt them. Just that he was going to, and he was stopped.]
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Right now he just needs to take this one step at a time, what few memories he has of that night coming back to him. Things get fuzzy around the time when he was shot, but most of it is still fairly clear, especially his last few thoughts before the bullet hit him. Accelerator is fully expecting to get teased over his explanation; maybe something about how he shouldn't be pissing off people with guns (valid), or some brazen remark about how his ability apparently must not work on bullets. Something along those lines, something to put him down a little, since the opportunity is right there and Endo has shown he isn't above tearing into him. It wouldn't even be unwarranted, in his opinion. He screwed up, he's the one who caused the entire situation in the first place.
But no, Accelerator can't detect even a hint of sarcasm, and his smile fades as he glances over warily. Sincerity? He's being sincere? Their close physical proximity makes him acutely aware he's staring after only a few moments, so he goes back to looking down at the sidewalk. That's a lot easier, and gives him another few seconds to decide whether or not he wants to answer.
It can't hurt. Sans some details, of course, and chances are explaining will result in some teasing, but whatever. It'd give him the chance to make it clear that it was his screw-up. He deserves at least a little ridicule for fucking everything up so badly.]
.... He was going to hurt some brats to pay off a fucking gambling debt. I stopped him, but I almost didn't bother. If I'd just helped out from the start things would've turned out a lot better.
[He huffs. That's more than enough information, he doesn't need to get into details about the clones or Last Order. That they were artificially created doesn't matter, nor does the method in which Amai Ao was going to hurt them. Just that he was going to, and he was stopped.]
First kind thing I did in my life.
[It only took him fifteen years.]