[He only briefly glances down at their joined hands, unsure what to do. For some reason she doesn't pull away from him despite her earlier avoidance. With a slight confusion creeping on his face he let's it be. They can walk hand-in-hand, all bloody and carrying weapons. They must be a sight.]

Yes. People like Akira. [He confirms immediately, voice sounding more distant. The one that his little jaded dark heart truly regretted. The one murder that had kept him awake at nights.] We needed someone to take the blame for all the crimes committed. Akira was making himself a problem to our cause and thus worked perfectly for it.