You're right, all of you. What's the point of you being here? What have you got to complain about? Do you really think your little problems are all that significant? Do you really think anyone cares?
(Akito is thin, relatively short, and looks pale and ill. He moves languidly, draped over chairs or windows or walls-- except when he's angry. Grey-black hair, grey eyes, and sometimes he smiles. This is never a good sign.)