[At those first three words, his entire body goes rigid. Staged? He'd thought he knew the depths of this man's cruelty, but...heh.
Once again, he devolves into manic laughter. There's a definite edge of insanity to it, an entirely different sort of instability from the Cognitive version of himself...but unstable, nonetheless.]
Of course...of course a piece of shit like you...and you had the fucking gall to make me do the same thing to Futaba-chan, even.
[He'd suggested alternative cover stories, pointed out that a known workaholic collapsing from fatigue in the middle of the street would be just as believable. But they'd gone with the suicide story instead...and he thinks he knows why.]
It's the same thing, isn't it? Hoping that if you stage things right, your damned bastard children would take care of themselves...right?
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Once again, he devolves into manic laughter. There's a definite edge of insanity to it, an entirely different sort of instability from the Cognitive version of himself...but unstable, nonetheless.]
Of course...of course a piece of shit like you...and you had the fucking gall to make me do the same thing to Futaba-chan, even.
[He'd suggested alternative cover stories, pointed out that a known workaholic collapsing from fatigue in the middle of the street would be just as believable. But they'd gone with the suicide story instead...and he thinks he knows why.]
It's the same thing, isn't it? Hoping that if you stage things right, your damned bastard children would take care of themselves...right?