[He flinches and puts his head down on the table again for a moment. He can read between the lines. He hasn't felt that aimed at him in a long time—not since Fujisaki had come to the colony, seen Leon, and reacted with fear, as if he might whip out a knife at any second and go on a murder spree.
But he's not. He isn't! How do you make someone understand that? It's not like not wanting to be a baseball player anymore and changing his image, quitting the team.
What do you do when you don't want to be a killer anymore?
And why is it so easy sometimes, in a way that makes him feel sick and complicated, and like this other times, in a way that doesn't feel any better?
He finally tilts his head up to look at her again, peeking up through his bangs.]
I—I'll get on my knees for you, man, I swear. I swear!
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But he's not. He isn't! How do you make someone understand that? It's not like not wanting to be a baseball player anymore and changing his image, quitting the team.
What do you do when you don't want to be a killer anymore?
And why is it so easy sometimes, in a way that makes him feel sick and complicated, and like this other times, in a way that doesn't feel any better?
He finally tilts his head up to look at her again, peeking up through his bangs.]
I—I'll get on my knees for you, man, I swear. I swear!