Yes, of course, we have to tell her.

[ He uncurls himself enough to give Akira a long, hard look. He hadn't really expected him to agree, especially after he'd dropped the ball on the meeting with Akechi, but he looked sincere. That's the wild card for you, always full of surprises.

As disgusted and heartbroken as he is by the allegations, Yusuke has no choice but to take them seriously. Adachi would talk, maybe easily, if he knew his cover was already blown, or maybe after some trouble, if he was feeling defensive as usual. It was hard to know with him. But he would talk, Yusuke would make sure of that.

At this moment, his resolve is weak, but he can already feel it growing, hurried along by the trust he feels from Akira. There's a part of him that he can not, will not hide, ever since that day in Madarame's palace, telling him that it's time to wake up, brush himself off, and get to work. He has to collect himself. He has to consult. He has to take action. ]

I can handle this. If you don't mind having someone else coordinating plots, for a change.