[Helping a "big bad..." Akechi grimaces at the familiarity. It's a situation he knows all too well.]

Well, in all fairness, your circumstances aren't entirely dissimilar from my own.

[They've only just met. Normally he wouldn't share something so close to the chest, but...]

My father molded me into his personal assassin, though eventually he passed my 'services' to others in his circle.