Akechi scoffs. Perception. How funny. Not that it works on him. His feathers fluff up. His scowl deepens into a glare.

"I saw your treatment. You saw a grieving girl and encouraged poor coping mechanisms. Rather than giving helpful steps to process her grief, you humored her guilt and made her into her 'sister,' in such a manner that she could not truly consent."

He steps closer. "Your idea of bringing people happiness follows the path of least resistance. Your machinations to erase all pain and suffering, to create the 'perfect' world rely on stubborn sentimentality with little regard for the individual agency of those around you."