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[watchwolf]

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Fair enough. I'm glad you're allowing me this chance, regardless.

You proclaim your innocence. But from what I can see, there is a definite reason people would suspect you. I cannot accuse you of anything, no knowing you myself, but there are some things I need to ask.

[badbreak]

Fine. Go. An' don't use words I don't know.

[watchwolf]

-There's a sound of a heavy breath on the other line. Aya was always better at things like this. She always knew what to ask, how to ask it. Momiji realized in that moment... she didn't even really know what she had wanted to ask in the first place. She'd just been so desperate to have some kind of answer for what happened, some kind of way of coping with her own failure to protect Yozora...-

I guess... in the end... there's nothing I needed to ask. I went into this completely blind. I'm usually not this stupid...

But I suppose I can ask this. When you told Fukawa whatever it is you did to make her feel you were a killer... would you have told anyone else that?

Are you honest about who you are? Have you ever ran from something like this before?

[badbreak]

Fukawa thinks everyone's out to get her, because she's fucking nuts an' she from someplace where a psycho tried to make everyone murder their classmates. I just told her I was havin' a hard time --

[with being crazy]

-- with shit that's not your business. I was really fucking pissed an' I beat a few people up, an' I got the shit kicked outta me. I had to get a bunch'a fucking stupid stitches and I just got my cast off.

[none of it's really an answer to any of her questions; he doesn't care to try and convince her of his 'innocence' because he's not innocent; he just wants her to know he's a dead end lead]

[watchwolf]

Wait, you said you were injured previously? And only just had a cast removed? How recent was that?

[badbreak]

I got my cast off last Thursday. I don't know when the injuries happened anymore. I get fucked up a lot.

[watchwolf]

... It would take you at least a week to recover from the atrophy. You were physically incapable of inflicting some of the wounds depicted.

[badbreak]

I'm not --

[left-handed, I'm right-handed]

[why the fuck would he say that]

[his mouth snaps closed]

-- the guy killin' people. It's not one of us. It's the fucking landlord screwin' with our heads again.

[watchwolf]

I understand that's a possibility... I suppose part of me hoped it was you. At least then I'd have something tangible to direct my anger and frustration and sadness on...

[badbreak]

[an uncomfortable silence]

Okay. Can I go?

[watchwolf]

You may. I apologize for wasting your time.

[badbreak]

Whatever.

...Keep lookin' for her.

[watchwolf]

I intend to.

-And with that, she hung up. She wasn't certain at all how to feel now. She really had hoped that... How selfish of her.-