[ Akira is quiet for a long moment at that, and he carefully steadies his breathing. His fingers move very rhythmically along Akechi's spine, drifting over each curve, and it seems almost like it's grounding him more than anything else. ]

I haven't... talked about what happened. Back then. With anyone. [ A beat, and then: ]

I think, because I lived, everyone thought... that was all that mattered. We won, so everything was fine.