"Yes... You and I, we were friends... and allies." You spoke, the tension in the air suffocating you as you looked at Oda, who spoke up with a cutting edge in his tone. Why did he have to hate you in the one universe where he didn't die? Your head felt light.

"Even if that were the case..." He began, glaring into you with eyes that you never thought you'd see from such a warm man. "...That still wouldn't erase what you did to Akutagawa this time." Your heart cracked and you instantly piped up.

"Listen to me, Odasaku! I—"

"Don't call me Odasaku." He cut you off while you were explaining yourself, Your eyes widened, staring at the pistol he had pointed right at you. "My enemies have no right to call me that."

Your jaw hung open for a few seconds before looking down, eyes still wide with shock. Your lip began to quiver, but you swallowed it down. "...It was hard." *You began, your voice breaking.

"It was truly difficult for me, fighting mimic without you there... Forced into succeeding Mori-san, antagonizing everyone as I expa-"

"...I would think so, it's a multiplayer game for a reason." He cut you off again, but the tension in the air seemed to break this time.

"What?" You spoke, your fear and hurt melting away in an instant, replaced by confusion.

"Sorry - The mimic? Like the roblox horror game?" You stared at him, baffled.

"...The enemy organization, Odasaku." Your eyes locked onto him, not in longing this time, but bewilderment.

"Oh." He put down his pistol in a mix of embarrassment and perplexity.