psycho pass 2
smoke
It enveloped her like a snake. Slithering through her skin and nostrils, swimming through her veins, but unlike the cold blooded animal. It was warm for it reminded her of him. That could have been interpreted in many different ways.
Obsession.
Grief.
Nostalgia.
Sadness.
Dull.
Restrictive.
It didn't really matter to her; it kept her going when the stress was too much to bear. First it was just one stick. Then two. Then three. Gradually it became a habit of hers. Akane wasn't that reckless to smoke first hand. It was somewhat of a ritual for her to light the cigarettes like incense.
She sniffed her sweater. Did it really stick?
Closing her eyes, Akane let her memories sparked her mind.
Being a detective isn't about bringing someone down, but rather protecting someone.
I could have protected Yuki.
When I tried to smoke, that thing tried to bite me.
Did Sybil have their eye on him at that time too?
That was her last thought before she drifted to sleep wondering how far she should go to bend their rules.