I can't imagine you or I would have turned out much differently if we experienced a reality like that.

[ A quiet, tacit admission of what they both know to be true – they have more in common with a man who wiped out eighty percent of his population than they'd like to admit, in their own ways.

Both sides of the fish now cut away, Maruki spreads them out and sets the knife down. Butterflied, as it were. Akechi's is a little sloppier, but it's not bad, and now he at least knows how. ]

That wasn't so bad, was it?