[ Suddenly Maruki has the look of someone whose wound has been ripped open. It might be something for Akechi to savor. His gaze snaps up, wide and wild and pained, so surprised that he almost forgets for the moment that he's actually wrong about this. ]

That's not the same thing! People deserve a chance to feel happiness, and even if it's meant to do a little bit of good, to be forced into serving another purpose like this is...

[ Almost. It seems after a second as if Maruki is looking more through Akechi than at him. His voice is thin, nearly defeated. ]

Even if it might be for the best, even for many other people, to be forced into serving another purpose -- and know it...