Akira tilts his head, narrowing his eyes at Ren as though sizing him up. "Higher moral ground, huh? Cute. Let me guess—every time you make a big broody speech, there’s a little voice in your head telling you how noble you are for not finishing the prey, right? Batman-level stuff. Truly inspiring."

He lets the sarcasm linger for a beat before continuing, his tone sharper now. "But see, here’s the funny part: standing on the higher moral ground doesn’t mean much when it’s still covered in mud, Ren. You’re out here making decisions for everyone, imposing your ‘code,’ like you’re the arbiter of right and wrong. You interrupt people’s choices, wave your morality stick around, and somehow think that makes you better? It doesn’t. It just makes you... what’s the word?" He snaps his fingers dramatically. "Ah. Sanctimonious. Look it up in one of your precious books.""

Akira takes a deliberate step closer, the sly grin on his face now edged with an almost dangerous kind of amusement. "And as for my insults? They don’t need to be clever or cutting. The truth tends to hurt enough all on its own." He taps Ren lightly on the chest before throwing him a grin and a mock salute. "Now- do you want to grab some strawberry milkshake and try to cool off, good sir?" He asks- his tone still serious despite the barbed words exchanged between them.