[That's it, then. With the confirmation, the cold, hard knot of truth in his gut pulls tighter, chilling the rest of him like a wave of ice slowly encasing his limbs. If he hadn't followed Mondo at just the right time, he might never have known. He'd still be thinking the only blood on his hands was from holding his brother's body in the street.]
I know what I saw, you shitbag. Ain't that enough?
[And because he saw, it just became Ryuji's business, contrary to whatever Mondo might wish. Killers don't get the luxury of personal space--in their guilty consciences or in prison.
Which is where he's starting to think Mondo might belong, not here in Wonderland.]
So that was a memory. Who was that girl? What'd you do to her!? Answer me, and don't even think about lying. I saw everythin'--that was you holdin' the dumbbell.
That was why you didn't wanna go in there. You knew what was goin' happen, didn't you?
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I know what I saw, you shitbag. Ain't that enough?
[And because he saw, it just became Ryuji's business, contrary to whatever Mondo might wish. Killers don't get the luxury of personal space--in their guilty consciences or in prison.
Which is where he's starting to think Mondo might belong, not here in Wonderland.]
So that was a memory. Who was that girl? What'd you do to her!? Answer me, and don't even think about lying. I saw everythin'--that was you holdin' the dumbbell.
That was why you didn't wanna go in there. You knew what was goin' happen, didn't you?