[Silco took a moment to consider, his pencil pausing on the paper as he played through the words, the scenarios that would line up. It didn't take him long to put Akechi as a political element, the slow knife in the dark employed by someone who had reason to eliminate rivals quietly. He should know; he employed similar tactics when he wasn't making a massive scene to bring the Undercity to heel, finally united.]

Always there to instill the doubts, then. In the chaos of such violence, there will certainly be someone with the kind hand to show them the order that they so crave. [Someone to point the way to a better future. It all made sense if he put it in such a light, and he regarded Akechi with a renewed interest. Who was this benevolent hand, hmm? Silco was certain he would hate the man and vice versa.

He returned to scratching in another answer, as if the fact that he apparently needed to die was not particularly bothersome to him.] Who is this he to have such a hold on where you go and what you do, boy?