Hakuba looked away from Kaito as he spoke, his anger slowly dwindling down until it was manageable. He knew what the other was saying was true. One day, he’d meet his match, something would go wrong, and he’d get hurt. It wasn’t like he was ignorant to his own faults, he knew them very well.
Hakuba let out a sigh and pulled away from him, running a hand through his hair before letting it fall to his side. He’d lost control, and he’d done to Kuroba what had been done to him in the past. It was not something he’d like to repeat, but if he stayed around and longer, he would snap again.
“It doesn’t matter.” Hakuba speaks. “If I go down saving a life, then my death will be worth something.” He’d prove he wasn’t useless. “Besides, it doesn’t concern you.” Hakuba turned to walk away.
He still doesn’t get it…
Kaito didn’t care if Hakuba got angry. He didn’t care if the other might actually do something this time. He didn’t even care if the other would hate him for it. But he had to point this out to the detective and try and get him to understand.
He grabbed the detective by the shoulder and turned him back, using his other hand to slap the other across the cheek.
“…Don’t ever say it doesn’t matter. No death ever ‘doesn’t matter’.”
Poker face wasn’t really an option right now, though he did use some of it to hide the tears that were wanting to form. Anger, sadness, frustration… Those could still be seen.
“Being killed because you refuse to take action to defend yourself does not mean you’ll be saving any lives. That may be true in certain circumstances, but it’s far more likely that you’ll just be tossed to the side and the killer still being allowed to do whatever they please, which helps no one.”
He paused and let go of Hakuba, but he didn’t back away.
“And don’t you dare say it doesn’t concern me. I know you. I’m one of the connections you made. Whether you think so or not, it does.”
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