[No, no, Kurapika is right, and the harsh truth is what Akira needs to hear. Solomon didn't tell him likely because he knew Akira would try to interfere. He would have insisted on going with him, on lending him his aid, whether he was capable of helping or not. Solomon didn't want that. Solomon is just like Akira in terms of sheer stubbornness, and so it only makes sense, doesn't it? Of course he'd leave Akira in the dark.

The silence stretches on, Akira's arms wrapping tight around Kurapika. A moment of vulnerability, one he'll only share with him. Kurapika is the only one he can share it with.]

I told him not to show his face around me until he apologizes to Bruno for wrapping him up in his drama, but... we'll talk again. I'm sure of it.

[But is he ready to atone? To apologize? He should have all the answers, he should know, but he doesn't. He doesn't. Akira stays pressed to Kurapika and hooks his fingers into his shirt, at a loss when he, of all people, should know the right answer like it's second nature.]

I don't want to sit around feeling sorry for myself. Never.