The greater shame would be if you weren't aware of the chains around your wrists, but you are and you accept that. [But being of sound mind is something that he values. Akechi doesn't always grasp his more frantic, feral self as losing that. But then: it's because it's only a reflection of the truly boiling anger that churns inside of his stomach day in and day out.

As it is, he's—well, not happy to follow Tomoe, but content enough to do it. Saying that he's on a quest is an odd notion.]

But ... very well. I'll admit—tea isn't much to my tastes compared to coffee, but I haven't had a good cup in a long, long time. I suppose a dream's version will have to do. Besides, something tells me that I would be a fool to pass up yours.