I don't have the energy to argue with you, Akechi.

[ Not even to correct the tremendously ironic misconception that he relies on Azathoth to fix every single problem in his life.

Maruki does as he's told, dutifully. Sits up straighter and tips his chin up toward the ceiling–

Though not before getting a closer look at his hand now that he doesn't have to squint just to make out the vague shapes of the second line on an eye chart. ]

If it turns out I can't heal you, tomorrow you ought to go to the clinic for that. And you're talking to me about probable infections...