[it's at that point that the server returns with their orders. Akira takes his with a nod, although he doesn't drink from it immediately, instead allowing his finger to trail idly across the edges of the cup]

After you showed up, we fought. There were-- [hm] A lot of things said. Mostly by you. I felt like it was all things you had been holding in for a long time.

[Akira tilts his head back, expression thoughtful, before he brings his cup of coffee up to his lips]

You told us your relation to Shido. Your plan for taking him down. You showed us Loki, and the unique power you had to make people's Shadows go psychotic.

[a shake of his head]

But in the end, we still managed to beat you, although just barely. And in that moment of your defeat, it seemed like. . .

[this is one of two parts that Akira expects Akechi will not take well. still, he levels his gaze at the detective from across the table, firm and unwavering]

It seemed like ultimately, deep down, you were just like the rest of us. Alone, and without some place to belong.