... If he's half as clever as I was, I'm sure he'll be fine.

[There no silk, here, and no threat. Just an older, suddenly tired-seeming Akechi who picks up his mug again to stare into it a little bit before he drains the last of the coffee.]

Not that it doesn't fucking suck. Knowing that it wasn't really him only did so much to erase the nightmares.