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[usarinpa]

[ Everything stops. Mizuki finds it harder and harder to keep her hand still, until she balls it into a fist and finally lowers it to her side. She takes some deep breaths, and when nothing else explodes, she'll answer.

Not... that she knows the true answer, really. It was instinct, and she knew it would work. She can always count on her fists—hands. ]

Because you needed it?

[parasaito]

[Saito's hand is lowered to his side as he stands to his feet. Yet the curled up fist doesn't dissolve.]

I needed answers from you, not a slap across the face.

[These words carry with them an accusing "what is your damn problem" ring, including a slight tilt of his head to help get his point across — displaying a distinctive, angry redness surfacing on the skin of his cheek.]

[usarinpa]

Tch. [ Mizuki begs to differ, scoffing at the Look. What is his damn problem? She's faced guys twice as big as him at least... Is she supposed to be scared? Anyway, at least he's not laughing anymore. She doesn't really want to give him what he wants, but she ends up thinking about it anyway when she thinks back.

Did she enjoy it?

...... ]

I was... relieved.

[parasaito]

Relieved that a man's brains were blown out right in front of your eyes? You've got worse taste than you let on.

[He looks down at her accusingly; totally judging her. Oh, but wait. Bad news, that lopsided grin is back.]

Or could it be that you secretly enjoyed my fireworks, specifically?

[There's a hint of self-derision that doesn't sound very sincere.]

[usarinpa]

[ Does he want to have a serious conversation or not?

But no, Mizuki doesn't have to ask. When she sees that lopsided grin, she just knows that's how he is. She looks annoyed nonetheless, however, shooting him a look. ]

It's not that. Maybe at first, I thought I did... but that was just 'cause I knew you couldn't hurt them anymore.

[parasaito]

[He was very serious about wanting to know how he "died" in her world, though!? She could've just described it to him in a way he can picture the scene in all its bloody glory! Hmph.

But going for a change of subject is probably a better strategy here. Or else, she'll likely just end up slapping him again... or worse.]

The way you put it, it sounds like you resent me more for trying to "hurt" them than for killing your own flesh and blood. [He gives a small, amused snort.] That's cold.

[Even if, as far as his timeline goes, Shoko killed herself in Rohan's body. Only Renju's consciousness was killed by him, in Shoko's body.]