[ Akira doesn't know what to say. It feels -- invasive, to hear how Akechi must have felt when it happened originally. To see how this Akechi is unfolding, dissolving around the edges with all the guilt he doesn't know what to do with. Akira feels like he's watching it fill every crevice left in Akechi when all his anger disappeared.

It's wrong. It's wrong to see, and Akechi is going to hate that he ever let Akira see this, but -- but he's the only one that's needed Akira in the slightest since this all began. Everyone else is doing so well, and Akira is happy for them, he is, he is, but they've made nothing but smalltalk and they're all so busy living their lives without him.

With an acrid swallow he wonders if the reason Akechi is having breakthroughs at all is Maruki's fault, too. Does Maruki know that Akira needs someone to take care of? Is he making Akechi need Akira? Is he -- making him like--

Akira cuts off the train of thought before it consumes him entirely. ]

I've dreamed about killing someone, too. [ Akira is still careful not to lie to this Akechi, even if reality is becoming more and more entwined with this false one. ]

Maybe there was a reason in the dream, but you don't remember what it was. Dream logic doesn't make sense.