[ Akechi lets out a scoff. What could Akira possibly understand about his goals? Even if he supposedly told him everything there was to tell, there’s no way he gets it. No way he understands what he’s been through to get where he is, and how important it is to finally make Shido pay.
No one understands.
He presses his palms flat on the tabletop, pushing himself up to his feet. He gives Akira a hard look from across the table, holding his gaze for a heartbeat or two. ]
You should.
[ And apparently that’s all he cares to say on the matter. This conversation has been too much from the get-go, and it’s time to extract himself from it, to work out his thoughts at some nebulous other time. He turns abruptly and heads out the door. ]
no subject
No one understands.
He presses his palms flat on the tabletop, pushing himself up to his feet. He gives Akira a hard look from across the table, holding his gaze for a heartbeat or two. ]
You should.
[ And apparently that’s all he cares to say on the matter. This conversation has been too much from the get-go, and it’s time to extract himself from it, to work out his thoughts at some nebulous other time. He turns abruptly and heads out the door. ]