[He knows that Akechi's talking about Maruki- everything is pointing toward that man.
But- at the same time. Roughly two years. Wakaba. Politicians. Okumura. And these people weren't - going based on only what he'd heard just now - even dead.
It's all close enough, and differences or not, he looks like Akechi, sounds like him, and he...
...on the outside, it might look like he's saddened and upset by what he's hearing, fist clenched on the machine's gun holsters while the other machines make their bright noises in the background.
On the inside, this is just a fear - previously irrational - of Akechi looking at him with the same self-righteous justice as any of the others.]
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But- at the same time. Roughly two years. Wakaba. Politicians. Okumura. And these people weren't - going based on only what he'd heard just now - even dead.
It's all close enough, and differences or not, he looks like Akechi, sounds like him, and he...
...on the outside, it might look like he's saddened and upset by what he's hearing, fist clenched on the machine's gun holsters while the other machines make their bright noises in the background.
On the inside, this is just a fear - previously irrational - of Akechi looking at him with the same self-righteous justice as any of the others.]