[ He doesn't have much of an answer for that, besides a negative one. So he bites his tongue and lets the subject drop. ]
Don't worry about it, Inspector. We'll go our separate ways; I already understood that years ago.
[ Even though he wishes, somewhere, that things hadn't gone that way. That Makishima had never come into the picture. That Sasayama had never been murdered. Maybe that he'd never gone to be an Inspector, hopeful to follow his father's footsteps. To do the same job but not track the same path.
Rewinding time wasn't possible, so he accepts the weight of it and carries on. ]
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Don't worry about it, Inspector. We'll go our separate ways; I already understood that years ago.
[ Even though he wishes, somewhere, that things hadn't gone that way. That Makishima had never come into the picture. That Sasayama had never been murdered. Maybe that he'd never gone to be an Inspector, hopeful to follow his father's footsteps. To do the same job but not track the same path.
Rewinding time wasn't possible, so he accepts the weight of it and carries on. ]