31 彡 [video]
[This is one of the few posts Souji's made that doesn't involve him working in one way or another. Instead, he's sitting in his croft. His face is still heavily bruised, closed cuts half-hidden by his hair. There's what looks like a ring of black and blue around his throat, the skin there mottled dark by Adachi's hands
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He knows Chie has a lot to say - a lot she needs to say, she doesn't do well keeping things to herself at the best of times. At any other time, he'd gently press for more information, try to pry it out of her so things could be dealt with.
But this isn't any other time. This isn't Inaba, this isn't a murder case where they were on the side of Justice and Truth, and all of them worked with one purpose, one wish. Now - now...
He puts the communicator on the table, scrubs his face with his hands. His bruising aches in protest.
She hadn't been here before. Did that make it better, or worse? She hadn't been here through it all, but she'd arrived just in time for three murders, one of which had been at his hands. His gut clenches, twists, and he stands up, suddenly nauseous. His feet carry him back and forth, pacing.
He'd had to do it - Adachi was going to kill him. He'd been angry - he'd been in a white hot-and-cold rage - but that wasn't what had driven his hands.It wasn't vengeance. He hadn't let Adachi's words provoke him.
Maybe that was worse. Adachi's death had been a means to an end. Because he'd come back, and then they could take him in and imprison him.
Nothing like me, eh? He'd smiled. He'd smiled as Souji stood over him, blade bloody.
And then Souji's replaying the whole thing in his head again, the way he's been doing for the past week.
Yosuke had tried to comfort him. They'd all tried to comfort him. But when it came down to it, none of this would have happened if it wasn't for him, and he was still wondering how everything could go so, so wrong --]
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