[. . . hm. Akira plucks his glasses from his face, folding them into his lap as his gaze flickers up towards the sky. it's getting dark; the stars will be out soon, uninhibited by the clouds from earlier in the day]

We left the city in the hands of its rightful king. A king who cares about his people, and who wants to make up for his old man's mistakes.

It wasn't perfect. But I don't know what else we could have done. [. . .] And maybe it was the best we could do.

[it's just, sometimes your best solution isn't a perfect solution]