Ah, then I've claimed the market for dreaming about murder. You've assuaged all my worries, thank you.

[He tries to laugh again, but it hitches and he gets very quiet, shifting and turning off the speaker phone. It muffles him, because the phone is still about at his ribs, but the way his breath shakes is unmistakable. His voice is very small when he speaks again.]

Why would I dream about something like that, Akira?