[despite Akira's semi-humorous attempts at trying to break the ice, the tension in his shoulders merely tightens when Akechi turns his gaze on him, coiling in his back like a loaded spring. despite the fight that ensued during their final meeting, it isn't fight-or-flight instincts that wind him up so. it's uncharacteristic uncertainty in the face of the unknown. it's the fact that never in his wildest guilt-ridden dreams did he think he'd see Goro Akechi again. and now that the detective is standing in front of him, alive (???) and whole (???), he has no idea what to do nor say]

[it's a good thing Akira's poker face has always been top notch]

[he shifts slightly on his feet, forcing himself to maintain a nonchalant and non-threatening demeanor as one hand slips into his pocket. the lantern attached to his stick rattles with the movement]

[. . .]

[that question is difficult to answer, but Akira tilts his chin up nevertheless]

We stole Shido's heart. He won the election, but confessed to everything he did in his victory speech.

[. . .]

[but as for the next part. . .]

Even so, the public still wanted him to be the Prime Minister.