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Yeah, you probably hate it. Sorry.
[hE'S NOT EVEN GOING TO PRETEND OTHERWISE but he tosses his own water bottle at that thoughtfully as he continues to walk around the room in a slow circle]
... I guess it's fine if they just know me from here...
[but he knows that he was way more pathetic before,, it's why takeru gets rights to dunk on him because he dealt with mineo the longest]
But what's that got to do with making my time here easier?
[hE'S NOT EVEN GOING TO PRETEND OTHERWISE but he tosses his own water bottle at that thoughtfully as he continues to walk around the room in a slow circle]
... I guess it's fine if they just know me from here...
[but he knows that he was way more pathetic before,, it's why takeru gets rights to dunk on him because he dealt with mineo the longest]
But what's that got to do with making my time here easier?
[ it gets tiring being asked about why he doesn't like mineo, or the insistence that they're friends, and a lot of other minor transgressions that make takeru never want to talk to certain people again.
but. ]
Nothing. If you have to think about it, then forget it.
but. ]
Nothing. If you have to think about it, then forget it.
[belatedly add a -san to grace's name. the politeness.
as for that - he just frowns. it'd be easier if takeru told him what to do?]
That's a hard choice.... but if you two can be in here and look out for each other, I might head out since the weird overnight effects in some rooms do seem to be related to what happens when we're knocked out.
as for that - he just frowns. it'd be easier if takeru told him what to do?]
That's a hard choice.... but if you two can be in here and look out for each other, I might head out since the weird overnight effects in some rooms do seem to be related to what happens when we're knocked out.
Knowing Grace, we're more likely to be here than not.
[ and he isn't really sure what to think about mineo hovering.
it's been a pretty unfair exchange so far. it feels like takeru has been attacked again, and again, and mineo is always just there to see it happen. takeru has spent so long making sure that people wouldn't see these cracks, so for this to keep happening?
completely unfair.
there's nothing worse than showing vulnerability when the other party has shown none so far. ]
I'll manage.
[ and he isn't really sure what to think about mineo hovering.
it's been a pretty unfair exchange so far. it feels like takeru has been attacked again, and again, and mineo is always just there to see it happen. takeru has spent so long making sure that people wouldn't see these cracks, so for this to keep happening?
completely unfair.
there's nothing worse than showing vulnerability when the other party has shown none so far. ]
I'll manage.
Ah, I know, it's just -
[ . . . sometimes the only way that you know how to not lose something is to keep it in front of you at all times.
but he at least recognizes that it probably comes off as overprotective. even if he has reason to be worried when people are literally dying and takeru's a noncombatant...]
... I'll trust you then. [to be okay.] I'll head out and get clues if it happens again.
[ . . . sometimes the only way that you know how to not lose something is to keep it in front of you at all times.
but he at least recognizes that it probably comes off as overprotective. even if he has reason to be worried when people are literally dying and takeru's a noncombatant...]
... I'll trust you then. [to be okay.] I'll head out and get clues if it happens again.
[ We haven’t made any progress with video analysis.
Hey. Enomoto, you look - ….. shit.
Enomoto, have you slept? Eaten? It’s been days, man, just—
Give it up, Enomoto, those guys are probably already dead.
If it’s really Adonis, then we’re probably too late.
Their words echo through your ears as you approach an abandoned warehouse. You hear the apathy in their voices, the mocking. They’ve already given up on ever finding their missing comrades. But you don’t listen. You don’t eat, you don’t sleep, you don’t stop looking until -
Until the smell of blood hits you as soon as you throw open the door.
The room spills out in front of you. Slumped against the wall, there is one man.
The one you’ve been looking for.
You barely recall protocol - you call your superior, you give an address and nothing more - and you approach the man you admired. Yuuta Fuji. Your idol left to rot in the outskirts of Shinjuku five days after he was killed on video.
You’ve never felt hatred like this before. You’ve never wanted someone dead before. The job is dangerous and sometimes people get hurt but you’ve always been willing to be the person to put your neck on the line for somebody else, even a stranger.
Right now, face to face with the bloody corpse of someone you treasured, all you want is to hurt somebody else the way that you’re hurting now. To take their greatest source of admiration and shoot it down.
A voice (25:18 - 26:14) cuts through after you’ve been standing there for who knows how long. He gives you orders. You know you have to follow them. Set up a perimeter, gather evidence, solve the case like you’ve solved so many before. This is your job.
But as one tear rolls down your cheek without permission, you know something else -
This is personal. ]
Hey. Enomoto, you look - ….. shit.
Enomoto, have you slept? Eaten? It’s been days, man, just—
Give it up, Enomoto, those guys are probably already dead.
If it’s really Adonis, then we’re probably too late.
Their words echo through your ears as you approach an abandoned warehouse. You hear the apathy in their voices, the mocking. They’ve already given up on ever finding their missing comrades. But you don’t listen. You don’t eat, you don’t sleep, you don’t stop looking until -
Until the smell of blood hits you as soon as you throw open the door.
The room spills out in front of you. Slumped against the wall, there is one man.
The one you’ve been looking for.
You barely recall protocol - you call your superior, you give an address and nothing more - and you approach the man you admired. Yuuta Fuji. Your idol left to rot in the outskirts of Shinjuku five days after he was killed on video.
You’ve never felt hatred like this before. You’ve never wanted someone dead before. The job is dangerous and sometimes people get hurt but you’ve always been willing to be the person to put your neck on the line for somebody else, even a stranger.
Right now, face to face with the bloody corpse of someone you treasured, all you want is to hurt somebody else the way that you’re hurting now. To take their greatest source of admiration and shoot it down.
A voice (25:18 - 26:14) cuts through after you’ve been standing there for who knows how long. He gives you orders. You know you have to follow them. Set up a perimeter, gather evidence, solve the case like you’ve solved so many before. This is your job.
But as one tear rolls down your cheek without permission, you know something else -
This is personal. ]
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