You wanted to have a choice in things. [ Akira looks at the ceiling again, instead, and then raises a hand to push blearily at his eyes. His days are running together: he's been meeting with everyone, dropping hints that they should wake up. They haven't, yet. He watches them stutter and then start back up like a skipping CD, and he wonders if that's their choice, if they're making it consciously or not. ]

The palace is in Odaiba. He said we should all "take some time" to decide if we really want to defeat him.

[ Akira leaves it hanging in the air -- that he couldn't make the decision himself; that he didn't want to. He's been paralyzed with indecision, which is unusual, for him, but it felt like he was on a thin road and on either side of the road were endless ravines of additional trauma. There was no good choice. He didn't want to make any of them. ]