Huh. He jumps a little, glancing quickly sideways, suddenly looking as unlike Shido as it's possible for an Akechi to look, like he's been caught with his hand in the murder jar. Almost, he challenges—I'm fine, let's talk about you—but then he sighs, feeling his way with difficulty.

"You know how he makes me feel. Shit, I didn't even know Falcon could make a sound like that."

And Wakaba, for fuck's sake. Surely Futaba's mother, the one she described so lovingly, can't have been like that? He thinks of laboratory animals, and of his own mother, and himself.