[That sigh. Akechi freezes, then sighs himself, running a hand over his face. Right. He isn't dealing with a problem student. He's dealing with someone probably grieving or something. Kaede would scold him.

But he still remains the worst person for this. Still, at least his expression relaxes.]

...I understand that you took as many classes as possible probably to block out your own thoughts. I commend the method, honestly. [Throwing himself into schoolwork had practical hopes attached to it but it also just gave him something that wasn't the bleak emptiness of life.] But if you need something, you should probably try to... I don't know. There's a... therapist here. I think that's what he is. I actually have no idea but he does bother you if you look depressed enough in the simulation room. [A beat.] Come to think of it, are they recording that room or just timing us?

[Whatever. They're all being spied on here.]

That isn't my point. My point is... [He trails off, trying to think of a good way to end that.] ...you should probably try to talk to someone instead of burying it. That's what other people would say, at least.

[And other people have coping methods that don't get them on a path of self-destruction, so they're probably right.]

But if that seems unappealing, I can suggest things besides classes.