[ Aki doesn't necessarily seem overly affected by the admission, which either says a great deal for how at peace he is with it or how much he is ignoring it - he hasn't decided which way it is yet. He has a drink in his hand, and he wants, desperately, to feel his mind getting numb from it, but he's not there yet. He's had enough, however, that he's a little more loose lipped than perhaps he ought to be with someone who could be considered a relative stranger.

Poor Yuwon, having to deal with the weight of Aki's own grief and poor decisions. He chose to love, to cherish the people around him, and he paid the price in blood.

Leaning his head on his palm, elbow up on the table, he sighs softly. His finger flexes, reaching up to tap his eye gently. ]

Remember I told you about the contracts? I have one with the Future Devil, and he showed me. I wasn't sure it was going to happen, but Denji told me. I'm going to die when I go back, almost immediately.

[ It sounds so pathetic when he says it out loud. Morose and sad because he's going to die, like devil hunters didn't die daily. He was lucky to last as long as he did, the years of service he's given. He just wishes the circumstances were different; because his death hurt Denji more than anyone else. ]