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[naoto_rennt]

It's all my fault

-- Soda... Yosuke... Even Ikehata-san, an-and Kumada-san-- Manaka Hideo...

If it weren't for me, if I hadn't been there

N-Naruse-san... I-- [he scrapes his throat, obviously rough with tears] ...I should-- I finally... [there's a click that sounds like a gun. But it could be something else, of course.]

I'm so--sorry.

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[angelic_lawyer]

It's a little late for a simple apology, Detective.

[naoto_rennt]

That's not [A door opens, footsteps sound hollow through the hallway, and Naoto scrapes his throat before he can hiccup]

It never would have been enough. For my sins...

[angelic_lawyer]

Of course. After such an amount of time pretending they didn't exist.

[naoto_rennt]

I never--

That's not--

[his voice is just a whisper now, and the footsteps have stopped] I never stopped thinking about it. Every d-day, hour.