[for some reason, those simple words cause something tight to clench in Akechi's stomach. to continue the trend of speaking without thinking, his next question is immediate]
Do I?
[and he. . . almost looks surprised that he even had to ask, before he repeats it, voice a bit softer]
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[for some reason, those simple words cause something tight to clench in Akechi's stomach. to continue the trend of speaking without thinking, his next question is immediate]
Do I?
[and he. . . almost looks surprised that he even had to ask, before he repeats it, voice a bit softer]
Do I. . .?