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Kaneki didn't know when it had become dark out, he had been too absorbed in his own thoughts and actions. Even while watching through Aito's interrogations, Kaneki hadn't been paying attention.

What had happened earlier shocked him too much. To an onlooker, it wouldn't seem like that big of a deal. Hell, someone who could read his thoughts may not understand.

He had thought Mad Knight's experiences were his own.

This was different from remembering what Mad Knight did. When he remembered there was always this wall of separation like he was watching a movie play out in front of him. There was none of that this time. He had felt the knife in his hands, felt the emotions that were correspondent with it. He tortured those people. Yet he didn't.

Eyepatch wasn't sure if he could be ecstatic or mortified.

The two personalities seemed to be losing their division. They were becoming one person again.

But did they want to be one person again? Eyepatch didn't know if he could take it. He didn't know if he could take on those memories as his own without losing the little sanity he had left. He didn't know if he could add Mad Knight's madness to his own. He also didn't know if he could bear to lose the only comforting voice inside his head.

He and Knight have depended on each other for so long. If it weren't for Kaneki's split, they might not have survived. The mind does strange things to keep itself functioning and maybe that was why they were merging now. The damage that had been purposely done to save him was no longer necessary.

The idea was still scary.

Kaneki didn't bother trying to sleep. He didn't have the willpower to deal with the nightmares he knew would plague his dreams. Instead, he found himself outside to the side of the helicarrier runway. It was quiet except for the white noise of the propeller engines.

The sky was beautiful as well. There were so many stars, one of the many things he missed about his temporary home in the Catskills. He briefly wondered how everyone there was doing. Who knows how many people saw him being taken from his home that night. It is quite possible that even if he wanted to go back he wouldn't be welcomed. Still, he hoped that they were doing well.

Kaneki laid on his back, just looking up at those stars. Just waiting for something. Something, but he had no idea what. Yet sleep still eluded him.

Clint paced around his room. He couldn't get rid of the feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to vomit. He wanted to break something. He wanted so much for them to be alright...

He had gone home to visit and there was no one there. His wife, his children, they were all missing and not even S.H.I.E.L.D knew where they were.

He had been so goddamn careful. He had made sure that no one had known where they were, yet they were gone. They could be dead for all he knows and he can do nothing about it. Nothing. A week, that was how long he had already searched and there has been no progress made.

There have been no ransom calls, no notes, no anything. He wanted his family back. He would do damn near anything for that to happen.

And the worst part was that he knew that this was all his fault. He had put them in danger by being associated with them and look at what had happened. It was all his fault.

Crashing from the kitchen of the Avengers' tower shattered the morning's silence. Kaneki resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Thor, who had been attempting to do… well… something. It seems that something as simple as getting a glass of water caused much more of a ruckus than Kaneki would have thought.

Twelve hours, twelve more until the operation. He wasn't nervous, but part of him knew that he should be. There were so many things that could go wrong and most of them revolved around him. What if he got hungry? What if the hostages were bleeding? What if he wasn't fast enough to save them all? What if? What if? Those are the thoughts that usually occupied his overly anxious mind, yet right now they weren't.

Kaneki's mind was silent like it was somewhere between the planes of existence and therefore unable to focus on anything but static. Part of him thought it might have something to do with the trickster reading on the couch of the living room he currently occupied.

Absentmindedly, Kaneki cracked one of his knuckles with his thumb. If it really was Loki, then he would have to thank him sometime. The small smirk that found itself onto said man's lips confirmed it.

Part of him thought he should be angry with someone else messing with his mind, even if it were for the sake of his own sanity. Though, to some extent, he guesses he was used to having people in his head.

Kaneki finished off his third cup of coffee before heading down to the training floor. If he had half a day left before the operation, he might as well do something more productive than staring aimlessly out at the skyline of New York City. It wasn't like he was going to sleep either.

Purposefully bad elevator music still rang in his ears when he stepped into the training room. No one else was there, but he supposed that was to be expected when it was as early as it was. The static from before started to fade from his mind by the time he started running the track. It only made him run faster to expel the building nervous energy. The world was blurred by his speed.

Time passed too quickly and Kaneki slowed to a stop. Sweat soaked his white shirt thoroughly enough for the white to turn transparent and cling to his skin. He ran his fingers through his hair; it was getting long, almost reaching past his neck. Much longer and he would need to tie his hair back to see.

Kaneki heard the elevator open, but he didn't turn around to see who it was. He didn't need to when he felt his brain return to static.

"Loki," he acknowledged.

"Eyepatch," Loki smirked. "I see that you are back in control and out of hiding."

"Who said I was hiding? My room wouldn't be a very good place to do so." Kaneki spoke monotonously, unless of course, you were someone who knew how to pick out signs of amusement from under his facade. "After all, everyone knew I was there."

"Then maybe avoiding is a better word."

"If you wanted to see me that badly, all you needed to do was knock."

"Would you have answered?" Loki raised his eyebrows.

"I guess we will never know. You spent too much time pacing outside my door."

"I see both of your personalities have a bit of bite to them."

"We bite in more ways than one."

"Kinky."

Eyepatch let out a light laugh and walked towards where he knew the towels were kept. "Don't know if I would call it that." Kaneki wiped his face. "So why exactly are you here, Loki?"

"Do I need a reason?"

"No, but you do have one. You do very few things without a reason."

"And how would you know that?"

Kaneki hummed. "I may not be as good at reading people as some, but," Kaneki then turned to glance over his shoulder at the god. "I can read you."

"Oh? And how is that?"

"If you consider Mad Knight the one who can trick the trickster, consider me the one who can get the truth out of the liar."

"You haven't gotten anything from me yet."

Kaneki pulled his shirt over his head before continuing to wipe the sweat from his body. "Maybe. But I know you have a reason, and that you are the cause of the static in my head. I'm not sure how I feel about that by the way. Not sure if I should thank you for quieting my thoughts down or freak out that you are in my head."

Loki only smirked more and Kaneki pulled a dry shirt back over his head.

"Would you like me to stop?"

"Depends. Are you conscious of my thoughts in my place?"

"No."

Eyepatch turned fully to face Loki. There was a pause. "For the god of lies, you truly are a bad liar. Let's keep the people in my head to a minimum then, why don't we."

Loki only seemed more amused as he made a mock bow. All at once, thoughts and worries and voices came back, but Kaneki wouldn't let himself stumble. He only cracked his knuckles and tilted his head.

"You are just as interesting as your counterpart."

Eyepatch smirked then matched the trickster's bow, not dissimilarly to how Mad Knight had bowed the week before. "I'm glad I amuse."

Then Tony found himself in front of Kaneki's door, fist raised to knock.

He felt like he was drowning. He wanted to apologize but didn't know what to say, he wanted to take it back but knew that he was no time traveler. Tony didn't know why he acted that way. He had known that he was afraid, he had always been so, but he would never, could never have done something like this. Tony was prideful, he was an asshole, he was selfish and arrogant and too scared for his own good, but this wasn't him.

The problem still stood though: he did those things, said those things. He crossed a line he never knew that he could.

So for once, he decided to swallow his pride and knock on the door.

Tony heard the light sounds of feet hitting the floor followed by a lock coming undone. Kaneki opened his door with the perfectly neutral expression he had been practicing for years now. Yet the door handle still bent under his grasp.

Kaneki said nothing, but neither did Tony. They just looked at each other, eyes meeting; emotionless ones and sorrowful ones.

"I suggest you say what you need to then leave Stark. I don't have time for your bullshit right now." Kaneki's tone was dark and even, not letting any emotion slip through.

He started to close the door.

"Wait!"

Kaneki froze, looking back at Stark.

"I… I know this doesn't make up for anything. I know you don't have any obligation to listen to anything I have to say after how I have acted. I know that you have every right to never come near me again, but… but I have to say it or I don't think I could ever live with myself-

"I'm sorry. I am wholly and truly sorry. I don't have any excuse, I don't have any way to make it up to you, but I am sorry. I don't expect it to fix anything, saying something like that fixes nothing. There is just nothing else I can do. I'm not asking for forgiveness, that would be unfair and wrong. I'm not going to ask anything from you. I just knew that I had to apologize somehow.

"I'm sorry."

Kaneki stood there, not saying anything. His expression didn't change and neither did the coldness in his eyes. He just looked at Tony as if gauging whether he was lying, whether this was part of some joke. Kaneki just looked at the man in front of him.

"You ramble too much Stark." Kaneki pushed his fingers through his hair. "I don't forgive you, but I am willing to. If you are truly sorry, then act like it. If you can prove that to me, prove to me that you are sorry, I will forgive you."

"I don't-"

"I am well aware that you don't want my forgiveness, you think you don't deserve it and maybe you don't, but you need my forgiveness. Earn it and you will have it."

Kaneki started to close the door.

"And I would apologize to the rest of the Avengers as well. It will be hard to gain their respect back than it will be to get mine. They look up to you Stark, don't ruin that."

Kaneki pushed the door shut softly and shook his head.

The room was silent, making the white noises seem like thunderclaps and his heartbeat a bass drum. Blood was running through his ears.

He was hungry again.

And the voices won't shut up.

Yet Mad Knight was uncharacteristically silent.

Eyepatch pushed himself off of the wall and went to his fridge. He wouldn't let himself think about anything but eating. He couldn't, not right now when he was about to go on a mission. He didn't want his confusion to cloud his judgment.

Yet Eyepatch just… he didn't understand. People don't flip their personalities that quickly, they don't just hate you one day then apologize the next. Something seemed off, Tony seemed off.

The most confusing part was that he had been sincere. Kaneki could tell that much if he could tell nothing else. The problem was that he had been sincere before as well. Tony had meant what he said every time he had spoken to him, yet they contradicted. Something had happened in the span of a week that made Tony's viewpoint change completely.

Kaneki didn't want to trust it, the change. Every part of his mind was telling him that he had to have missed something. There had to be one indicating beat of the heart that he missed, one twitch of the mouth, one flicker of the gaze, something. There had to be something that indicated a lie didn't there? Even with all of the doubt…

'You had to have missed something.'

'You really trust a word that comes out of his mouth?'

'He refused to call you anything but "it" or "monster."'

'Though he isn't wrong about the monster part of things.'

'He has made your life hell…'

...Kaneki still trusted what he had said.