[Interesting. Akechi arrived in the middle of a clearing, with shit crawling on his face and leaves in his hair—but he's goddamned sure he remembers a light. But then, he might have been primed to expect that.... or he could have dreamed it, which would make a startling amount of sense.

Remembering the fishing line, he gives it a couple of cursory trails over the water. Whatever. He'll eat the bait if it comes down to that.]

Did you feel drugged, when you woke? Do you know what they want us for? [There's the parchment in his pocket, of course, but...]

You must have thought about this a lot, since you arrived.