[there's hesitation on Akechi's part, a moment where his back stiffens awkwardly as he nearly panics with what he should do]
[and then. . .]
[for once, he lets instinct guide his feet as he crosses the room to the bed. he sits down next to Eichi, hands folded in his lap, expression downcast]
I don't know.
[how is a very good question. an answer to which Akechi doesn't have, since he never saw the body]
. . .
But I have no intention of letting them get away with it.
no subject
[and then. . .]
[for once, he lets instinct guide his feet as he crosses the room to the bed. he sits down next to Eichi, hands folded in his lap, expression downcast]
I don't know.
[how is a very good question. an answer to which Akechi doesn't have, since he never saw the body]
. . .
But I have no intention of letting them get away with it.