"Good?" Really? When that's all he's been able to get so far? A defeated whine coats Akira's words as he continues. "But I haven't had enough time to understand you at all..."

Or at least so he says. While his sight may not be anywhere near what it was in his old body, he hadn't missed that hint of.. something a bit more serious, just earlier. This person doesn't want destruction. That settles it.

"Where I came from, we call something similar to your form Kutabe. It's revered as a savior for warding off plague, and has an outstanding amount of knowledge. I'm a doctor, myself, so I've always wanted to meet one!" ... No, that's off topic.

"None of us are obligated to follow what legends dictate." His pace slows as he finally sounds serious, leaving his offer to only fall to someone willing to hear it. "If you ever decide how you want to use what you have, I'll still be happy to help."