"Yeah. All of us. You helped us when we needed it, and took the last hit so we could go out and get Shido to admit to his crimes. If you hadn't..." Maybe they wouldn't have made it. Maybe they would have failed. Even if they didn't, Akechi's sacrifice had helped them, and they mourned his loss.

"Then don't let them decide it anymore. You're the only one who can stop it. Adults are shitty, we all knew that. What Shido did to Ren and you, that asshole teacher at Shujin, the painter with Inari... all of them were shit." Harsh words, perhaps, but she knows it's true. Not all adults are shitty, she knows plenty who aren't and a number of them are here.

Fuataba starts when he mentions not apologizing, but keeps her mouth shut to listen to everything. That's... more of an apology than she's gotten, and it makes the hurt of losing her mom sting more... but he means it. He might be Jerkechi, but hearing his voice, there's no manipulation there.

"If you go back on your word, I'm going to give you the meanest swirly ever." Futaba glances at him, frowning and serious about that, but she doesn't sound... mad. "And I'll call you out if you start getting all Shido-like. I know old habits are hard to break and all."