[Yes, this is familiar. So Akechi is, once more, to do all the talking. He makes a scornful—and probably again unwise—sound under his breath, following it up with a question, just loud enough to be heard over the hammering and hissing.]
You assume they really exist?
[assume is deliberately goading; he wants Sephiroth to explain himself. Because that was one of the things Akechi kept to himself: that the prayers and rituals the clerics subjected him to on arrival had appeared to work. Or perhaps it was a side-effect of the potions, or the... yeah, nobody would tell him what those little devices were, or what they did.
All he knows is that these yokels are sitting on something big. Because there's no way he should be alive, let alone out of hospital.]
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You assume they really exist?
[assume is deliberately goading; he wants Sephiroth to explain himself. Because that was one of the things Akechi kept to himself: that the prayers and rituals the clerics subjected him to on arrival had appeared to work. Or perhaps it was a side-effect of the potions, or the... yeah, nobody would tell him what those little devices were, or what they did.
All he knows is that these yokels are sitting on something big. Because there's no way he should be alive, let alone out of hospital.]