[Akira can be as dramatic as he hecking wants, but Akechi won't budge an inch from where he stands. He stares at him. Arms crossed. Lips curling in disdain. Fingers digging into his own biceps.]

And what part of you makes you think that's your choice to make?

[He scoffs. Making a big deal over something like this... Who the fuck does he think he is? It's not even a matter of what Akechi thinks he deserves, it's...]

It seems like your victories have gone to your head after all. Are you truly so conceited to believe you can change the past? Don't make me laugh. What's done is done.