But My Peace Has Always Depended On All The Ashes In My Wake

Whatever sense of determination and bravado Akira had when he threw that calling card at Maruki has evaporated- now he just feels tired. Akira doesn’t know why Akechi’s hesitating now of all times- he’s the one who asked to speak with him, after all. He finally turns to face Akechi, but still finds himself unable to look him in the eyes. Something about it feels too intimate, too final- he knows it’ll probably be the last time he ever sees them.“Would… would it really be so bad for us to stay here?” He speaks, lower than a whisper, and regrets voicing the thought almost immediately with the way Akechi whips his head around to glare at Akira, scoffing at whatever expression Akira apparently has on his face.