[ Maruki has exactly enough energy left to level a long stare at Akechi, brows raising high above tired eyes. ]

Yes, you seemed very calm when you were ranting and raving. Only the calmest person would pull a gun out, too.

[ He removes his glasses, wipes them against the clean shirt the conclave gave him. ]

I'm not going to ask you to explain again. I'm only going to say this.

[ Glasses held up to a light overhead. There are dried flecks of blood he'll need to wash off at home. They won't come off now, but that doesn't stop him from trying again, blurred gaze askance from Akechi. ]

If you told me all of that to try to turn me against you, it won't work.