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Sohma Akijo hates the God within her.
She nearly hates it as much as she does with her mother—she wants to wring her hands on that ugly neck—and all there is in this horrid house is her and the rest of the God.
The half of the God that commands this house holds their animals in a fervor that makes Akijo sick.
In some morbid way, she understands it—because she wants love and devotion as much as she craves the destruction of their shared God—but it's that desperation that blocks her from killing herself.
Akito is very much her as much as she is—her—him.
It might be some sign from the heavens when they decided to split their Godhood into them, and she knows that Akito hates her for it.
The maddened God exists in both of them, but Akito seeks a devolution that is utterly incomprehensible to her.
A ferocity of obsession that lies within the main head of the House is why the God will never let them go.
Akito seeks something that is impossible—not because their mother, the disgusting scum of a woman, said so—but because Gods can never be human.
As much as either of them emulate and take in humanity through their animals, it's never going to be anything but a faux game of choice that the heavens planned beyond their perception.
Akijo is half God, but she thinks everything might've gone differently if there was an actual, full-blooded God to control this theatrical kabuki play.
Gods are the only ones who can fight other Gods, and no one in this dreaded House has enough power or Godhood to combat the ways of the world.
And if that is the case, then Akijo simply needs to attain true Godhood to wipe this disease out of the world.