[a witch hunt-- especially in this atmosphere-- wasn't what Akira wanted. for his group of Reapers, or the other]

I-- [he thunks his head back against the wall, eyes slipping shut, mind wandering to the impossible task that lies before him. to the knowledge that this may be a wall he can't surpass. that he may die, regardless of his efforts, because the chances of everyone in this game coming together to push for a neutral end were zero to none from the very beginning]

[he swallows thickly, and nods]

. . . thanks.

[. . .]

Please don't-- tell them Ichigo was lying. The last thing he needs is to have his comrades doubting him.