[He sighs and nods, relief beginning to tinge his features. Usually when he "wins" something, he's all smiles . . . but this doesn't feel like much of a victory. Leon pulls himself to his feet and half-heartedly fusses with his hair to get it out of his face.
He may not be victorious, and his insides feel like a fuckin' mess right now, but there's a seed in his belly of something he never thought he'd have to fall back on when this happened: hope.]
. . . Thanks.
Kujikawa—I'd never let anything bad happen to you. Never! It's me who—I'm the one on trial again.
[In other words, he's ready for his life to end all over again, figuratively this time.
But first they've got to get to the courtroom. He pulls away from the table to trudge back in the direction of his apartment, head ducked and shoulders hunched.]
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He may not be victorious, and his insides feel like a fuckin' mess right now, but there's a seed in his belly of something he never thought he'd have to fall back on when this happened: hope.]
. . . Thanks.
Kujikawa—I'd never let anything bad happen to you. Never! It's me who—I'm the one on trial again.
[In other words, he's ready for his life to end all over again, figuratively this time.
But first they've got to get to the courtroom. He pulls away from the table to trudge back in the direction of his apartment, head ducked and shoulders hunched.]