[It's heard - threads being tugged at the edge of his skull, beckoning him to listen.

And he does. He hates Qifrey. An invasion of privacy means nothing to him. Is deserved, even.

It's cold, dark and needs taken back and-

For a second, Akechi doesn't know whose head aches.

Then it's silent, for a moment. A brief reprieve to calculate his response. Needs to double back to reassess the man's words and-]

I can agree with that. A higher power in the form of a god, or those acting the part of it. Society will never shake that need.