[Akito Kinomoto]

I'll start off with some stuff I've found~

I am *****'s reflection.

Every morning, he rises from sleep and walks into the bathroom.

...and he makes faces.

I am so tired of the faces. He makes them for at least half an hour. Mocking, ridiculous faces. I have no choice but to mimic his every action, although inside I am seething with anger.

He does this every day... well, used to.

One morning he awoke as usual, and entered the bathroom.

On this particular morning, against his will, he tied a noose to the ceiling.

On this particular morning, against his will, he stood on a stool directly underneath the rope.

...on this particular morning, entirely against his will, he tightened the lasso around his neck.

...then kicked the stand far, far away.

...on this particular morning, entirely against his will, he flailed and flailed. Repeatedly.

***** choked and gasped. I choked and gasped too - with one difference.

I can't mimic his pain.

Just his face.