[ Stop smashing–

But before Maruki can lecture him on that, he's getting a lecture of his very own. Fun facts that turn his stomach, as ever.

He taps his own gloved, bloody fingers on the cutting board, head tipped thoughtfully to the side. ]

I suppose that's not all too different from the things that can rot our own societal "food chains," so to speak.

[ And then he grabs Akechi's wrist, gently, to try to take the now sopping paper towel back. ]