[Of course Akechi is going to disagree with the stupidest stretch of logic he's ever heard in his life.

All Maruki has to show for this-

A face covered in ointment, an eye crushed by glass, an arm ripped to shreds, a gun pointed to his head twice.

What the hell is he even saying?

Akechi's seen glimpses of Maruki now - moments of petulance, questionable experimentation, wrath hidden under a suit of golden armor.]

You're insane.

[Is what he settles on - dry, deadpan and without any sort of bite. No rational human being, godlike power or not, would continue doing this. Would keep this relationship going. Would make a fucking bed within arm's length of their aggressor.]

However, it's your own business. I never took you to be a glutton for punishment, but I suppose things have changed since that day you were cowering in alleyways. Whatever happens to you is your own doing.