Yeah, me. That guy who saved your ass in Kamoshida's Palace, and saw not just one but two deaths in your head. Hey.
[The sarcasm is thicker in his voice than the residue of sleep by now. Did he think Ryuji would just shrug it off and not follow up? He's too caught up in the memory of blood to realize they're riding very different wavelengths.]
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[The sarcasm is thicker in his voice than the residue of sleep by now. Did he think Ryuji would just shrug it off and not follow up? He's too caught up in the memory of blood to realize they're riding very different wavelengths.]