That wasn't my--

[ He rubs his face, clearly frustrated as he cuts himself off. This is a lot more complex then he was led to believe and he was at a point where he realized he was losing his cool. He needed to be calm. Needed to reign in his frustration that this was something Yusuke as clearly taking lead on.

Akira trusted him, but was it going to pay off? There were so many risks involved and he knew how to play the game better then all of them (despite the fact he was starting to believe he was really dead. He deserved death for his crimes).

He drags his fingers through his hair, his expression seriously, cold suddenly as he looks over Yusuke. ]

You are clearly capable, I don't doubt your ability to do it. I'm simply...worried about you. This isn't something so easily done.

[ He considers what he is going to say next, the words caught in his throat as if he was choking on them. He was struggling with the reality that this might be the only way he can find peace with himself. It would be easier to die.

Dying is easy, living is harder. ]

Constantly looking over your shoulder is no way to live. Let me help you.