... There's a lot going on here. Even Akechi can tell that, even though his ears are ringing and he's holding his gun so tight his hand aches. He doesn't feel much of anything except for a searing rage at seeing himself, apparently, healing the goddamn enemy. Wielding a persona that isn't Loki or Robin Hood. Wielding two that aren't the aforementioned.

What the actual fuck.

Akechi considers shooting both of them. Apparently Kurusu can see the impostor, so it's likely that it isn't some fucked-up hallucination. And it's ordering him around, and that much is like pouring gasoline on a raging goddamn bonfire.

"I don't take orders from fakes!" Akechi replies, practically shrieks. He's pissed, pissed that Kurusu is showing his moronic face and spouting bullshit that's not lining up with his character. Akira Kurusu has never been angry at the world, that's what had separated them, right? Akira Kurusu had maintained charm and bravery and kindness, to an infuriating point.

Akechi keeps his gun pointed at Akira, and he pulls the trigger. But then again, his hand is shaking so badly that it's not impossible for him to miss. How's your luck, Akira?