[He doesn't remember how the board described him (the "pleasant" one), or he might have quoted that. But he remembers enough; his voice dries out in turn, just a bit, as water rushes into a mug.]

Quite in character, don't you think? For one of us to be unable to recall our own attempted murder.

[Oh, Akechi. But he hands over the mug all the same, giving it a little stir.]

Here you are. Help yourself to sugar.