The image of Akechi's corpse waits for him. He can feel it, lingering at the corner of his mind. He hasn't seen the last of it, if Akechi leaves him alone with himself. You said I could stay at Leblanc, he thinks, like a whiny toddler, but he doesn't come close to saying it. After all, it's no surprise Akechi changed his mind. Look at Ren, curled up like a kicked dog. Worthless.

After a moment, he nods. How hard can it be to get back? His legs aren't broken.