[Well, he's not wrong in the assessment that he'll probably tell Ren, unless he were expressly asked not to. Or if he deemed it personal, but unimportant.
Unfortunately, neither of those are the case. As Damien tells his story, Akechi's expression shifts, subtly. In the past, perhaps he'd have affected a righteous anger, brought his full Detective Prince persona to the fore in a swearing for investigation and vengeance. But there's no point to putting that act on, here. Instead, his expression shifts subtly, the look in his eyes far-away and slightly cold. For a moment, he just looks very tired, beyond his years.]
Yakuza. [he says quietly, a slightly stiffer set to his shoulders. It's not that he dislikes the yakuza -- far from it, he has a grudging admiration for their kind of traditional honor code, even if it's not quite as idealistic in a modern era. And yet, what Damien described doesn't sound all that different from one of the eventual fates Akechi had imagined for himself once his plans had succeeded, though he'd suspect his would be a much more final end.
Still. He draws himself back and meets Damien's eyes, a note of curiosity in his eyes.]
Ah, I apologize. I believe the word in America is "the mob?" That would be my guess, anyway, though it's odd. At least in Japan, I'd expect an attack like that to be the result of a personal grudge, either theirs or whomever paid them. "Random" acts of violence are seldom such.
For what it's worth, which I know isn't much, I'm sorry that happened to you.
[And that, at least, he means sincerely. Whatever Akechi's personal opinions on the police and his disregard for the people harmed by his own actions, Damien is intelligent enough and respects him enough to be afforded respect in return.]
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Unfortunately, neither of those are the case. As Damien tells his story, Akechi's expression shifts, subtly. In the past, perhaps he'd have affected a righteous anger, brought his full Detective Prince persona to the fore in a swearing for investigation and vengeance. But there's no point to putting that act on, here. Instead, his expression shifts subtly, the look in his eyes far-away and slightly cold. For a moment, he just looks very tired, beyond his years.]
Yakuza. [he says quietly, a slightly stiffer set to his shoulders. It's not that he dislikes the yakuza -- far from it, he has a grudging admiration for their kind of traditional honor code, even if it's not quite as idealistic in a modern era. And yet, what Damien described doesn't sound all that different from one of the eventual fates Akechi had imagined for himself once his plans had succeeded, though he'd suspect his would be a much more final end.
Still. He draws himself back and meets Damien's eyes, a note of curiosity in his eyes.]
Ah, I apologize. I believe the word in America is "the mob?" That would be my guess, anyway, though it's odd. At least in Japan, I'd expect an attack like that to be the result of a personal grudge, either theirs or whomever paid them. "Random" acts of violence are seldom such.
For what it's worth, which I know isn't much, I'm sorry that happened to you.
[And that, at least, he means sincerely. Whatever Akechi's personal opinions on the police and his disregard for the people harmed by his own actions, Damien is intelligent enough and respects him enough to be afforded respect in return.]