[ Akira's eyes strain a bit as he listens a little longer. It's eloquently put, realistic, and paints a nice picture. The narrative is one he finds himself enraptured by, laced with the themes he fell in love with in fiction. Even Goro, someone that was in opposition of these Phantom Thieves in the vision, is showing such confidence in his stark answer. It reminds him in his fault, where he lacks... He can't find complete comfort or solace in this. ]

If they act out of line and you don't know their methods, you can't punish them... Let alone catch them—you don't even know who these people are and what they are like.

[ That's simply Akira's reply. It's the source of his concerns and worries. There's so little they know, so he can't form a solid opinion, but he wants to desperately believe that this "justice" his other self enacted really is just—that corruption isn't in his future. He wants these pretty words of heroic vigilantism to be real. The same smile stays on his face as he sighs and sheds off his glasses. The next obvious step is to plant his face into the nearest cushion.

Dead.

If Goro thinks he's going to move from his place, he can wait as long as he wants. Akira will stay like this for some time. ]