[ If he'd been suspicious before, now it's become fairly evident that this guy is hiding something-- understandable, really, for someone who's just arrived. Still, he can't help but wonder... Is he the same as the monster reflected on the mirror?

Well. For now, at least, he won't press. ]

For several months, I'm afraid. While I can't say we've ever had mirrors following us everywhere before, there has been at least one occasion when furniture all across town developed the ability to talk and mostly spew insults at us.

[ Not just insults, but secrets, too, though Akechi doesn't particularly want to remember those bits.

And that's exactly why he must be reminded: ]

Insults and secrets! Like Akira has been keeping from you! He's lying to you!

[ Eyebrows shooting up, Akechi spins on his heels, trying to quickly locate the source of this unfortunate memory. Where the hell is that damn mirror... ]