Fiend's anger dissipates, returning back to the deadpan, neutral look of indifference. He blinks once. Twice. Pushes down the instinctual fury. Drake looks upset. He wonders if he said something wrong, but if he did, he's not going to take it back. It's a truth he firmly believes, that it's better to stand up and fight than to let it happen. To let them toy with you.
Still, Drake must be talking about his own Akechi.
And there's... that nostalgia again. Drake's Akechi must be different from his own, but-
"What's he like?"
It shouldn't matter. Doesn't matter. But he's curious. And, perhaps, can provide a distraction for Drake.
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Fiend's anger dissipates, returning back to the deadpan, neutral look of indifference. He blinks once. Twice. Pushes down the instinctual fury. Drake looks upset. He wonders if he said something wrong, but if he did, he's not going to take it back. It's a truth he firmly believes, that it's better to stand up and fight than to let it happen. To let them toy with you.
Still, Drake must be talking about his own Akechi.
And there's... that nostalgia again. Drake's Akechi must be different from his own, but-
"What's he like?"
It shouldn't matter. Doesn't matter. But he's curious. And, perhaps, can provide a distraction for Drake.