[He'd know it, even if Kamui weren't trained in the skill of observation: the feel of those appraising eyes on him is all too familiar. He's piqued Kim's curiosity. With that flag now raised-- with Kamui no longer just any fledgling detective on the force-- he'll have to eventually cross the bridge of properly answering whatever questions might come his way.
And although none of it's a secret here-- no other Observers or agents of the Heinous Crimes Unit about to know, or care-- everything about him still feels like a tremendously tall tale to tell. So maybe, he can start small.]
I was only assigned to the 25th Ward [he replies, folding his hands in his robes,] because I was undercover for the 24th.
[He doesn't say the words with pride, or humility. They are the simple facts of his old assignment, related in their most bare-bones terms. On stage, the fireworks seem to be finally ready to go. There's a few joyful whoops in the crowd, an excited murmur of anticipation for the show.]
There were certain figures making... extremely dangerous movements. It was my responsibility to find and stop them before things spun out of control. Unfortunately, they found me first.
[He breathes, slowly, in and out. He remembers his first death-- the cold barrel of Mokutaro Shiroyabu's gun against his forehead, but the colder laughter of Kosuke Kurumizawa in his old colleague's throat.]
no subject
And although none of it's a secret here-- no other Observers or agents of the Heinous Crimes Unit about to know, or care-- everything about him still feels like a tremendously tall tale to tell. So maybe, he can start small.]
I was only assigned to the 25th Ward [he replies, folding his hands in his robes,] because I was undercover for the 24th.
[He doesn't say the words with pride, or humility. They are the simple facts of his old assignment, related in their most bare-bones terms. On stage, the fireworks seem to be finally ready to go. There's a few joyful whoops in the crowd, an excited murmur of anticipation for the show.]
There were certain figures making... extremely dangerous movements. It was my responsibility to find and stop them before things spun out of control. Unfortunately, they found me first.
[He breathes, slowly, in and out. He remembers his first death-- the cold barrel of Mokutaro Shiroyabu's gun against his forehead, but the colder laughter of Kosuke Kurumizawa in his old colleague's throat.]
I've had to become very good at staying alive.