“You’re right, it’s not that yet, but you got rid of a big chunk already. How many is 8 times 20?”
*Soetsu thinks for a moment* One hundred and sixty!
“Oh, right. I forgot.” Naomi burried her face in him. “This was two years ago. Why do you remember that? I mean, it was a good day, but as a generel concept…”
I don’t forget the murder cases I judged. Or the murderers I killed.
Some sacrifices will be bigger than others, but they must be made nonetheless.
//fucking christ this is all over a toilet.
At least you have a heart towards the toilet
//I have no snarky retort to this.
Listen, we all gotta make sacrifices in life, including the toilet.
//But like… that big a sacrifice?
I’m sad Haiji didn’t actually die in a toilet, it’s what he deserved.
//That’s rude. Think of the toilet!
With her weapons and tools properly concealed Kamiko leaves the other despairs to their devices headed out into the streets. Her head remains up high as she walks, daring anyone to come near.
*Every civilian scuttles away as she gets close, not wanting to suffer the wrath of any of the despairs. Kamiko, however, does eventually come across a face… or rather mask… that is now familiar to her.*
Well… this is a fascinating coincidence.
“…. Can I see them both?” Damian asks Ms. Hagakure quietly, fiddling with his hands. He doesn’t meet Komaru’s or her eyes.
Only if you listen to me on this: This isn’t your fault, OK? You arriving there did not cause these gunmen to attack. If anything, you saved lives by being there, OK?
“Your welcome, it’s been nice talking to you, could we do it in the future?”
Yeah. Why not?
“It went well, none of them were taken and I now have a method of tracking them, my involvement was restrained to tripping, and given that and the current incompetence of the police it is very unlikely that any of my involvement can be properly traced.” -Cassia
Cate: Nicely done. Just to double check, you made sure that the Nerada can’t be detected by Future Foundation tech?
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