Akabane holds his hat at arm's length; the triangle cut doesn't look terrible. He rotates it, observing from another angle. He places the hat on his head, admiring himself in the mirror, tilting his neck in multiple directions.

"Rakish," he hisses. "Ginji will approve."

Kagami will still suffer for the insult. As a resident of Babylon City, the insolent fool should have known better.

His revenge would be beautiful and J-shaped. Maybe he'd feel something again with a worthy opponent, but he doubted it. That part of him died on a battlefield with a small boy.