Fics like on the nature of possession

Akira Kurusu is dead. Goro knows this because he can see him. He’s standing beside the bar, miserable and translucent, his posture tight and eyes faded dull. He flinches every time someone suggests going back to the ship to get him, presumably because, like Goro, he knows what they’ll find. He wonders if he’s real— he assumes he can’t be. Ghosts aren’t an actual thing that exist, and it wouldn’t be that much of a stretch for his own mind to finally have fucking cracked after a day like today. It doesn’t matter. Either he’s finally snapped, because Akira is dead and it’s his fault, or he’s being haunted because Akira is dead and it’s his fault. The difference, in the moment, feels semantic. (It's not like it's bad having him around. And if he's right and Goro can bring him back? Well. He's not going to get his hopes up.)

Fics like on the nature of possession

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