“What else am I supposed to do when you won’t talk to me?”

He steps forward, wildly throwing an arm out in his own frustration.

“What else am I supposed to think when you keep pushing me away?”

He feels the knife solidify in his hand again, but he won’t, he won’t use it, not against Akechi, not again -

“What could you have possibly wished for that Maruki would’ve given you?”