If you killed her, then I'm equally responsible. [ Akira shifts, headbutts at Akechi almost desperately. His grip on him is too tight; his voice wavers slightly. He's thought about it: that choosing to go back to reality feels like he's killing everyone all over again, that he's breaking Ryuji's leg and throwing Shiho off a building and leaving half of his friends orphans. He hates it. He hates it more than anything, but it's wrong to stay in this reality --

It has to be, because even this, arguing with Akechi and crying in a genkan, feels more right than anything else. ]

There's a hundred things about you that I love and you won't believe them even if I list them all out, so if I can't believe that I love you then can't you believe that I need you? You're the only one that's ever seen me breakdown. I didn't even cry when they arrested me for assault, for fuck's sake. I just --

It's just you. It's always you, in the end.