[ fei du watches buzen quietly as he answers; there's no real reaction on his face either way. he's an observer, more than anything - the calm neutrality of looking into a mirror, dark eyes focused and paying close attention.
and then, finally, at the end and only then, he huffs a little bit of a laugh and reaches up to take off his glasses to clean them on his shirt. ]
If I held it against every person who ever lied to me, or obstructed me from something, Buzen, I would have a grudge list longer than the entire continent of China. [ it's just a little bit wry, no heat, before he continues. ]. In the end, it's a game with specific rules. In the end, an obstruction to justice is still a bystander who makes the choices they make.
What matters to me, I guess, is what you do with the aftermath of it. You can't control Rang, Matsui, or D, and you couldn't control the rules, or the trial, or anything at it. What's done is done - a child is dead, and its left behind bleeding injuries in its wake. A murder leaves its mark on more than just a victim, and trauma is a wound that festers. So, pick up the pieces and try to put them back together. Yours. Your team's. The people Rin cared for, and the people who cared for him. Do what you can to try.
[ as he finishes cleaning his glasses, setting them back on the bridge of his nose, he glances over again, properly. ] You seem more of a fit for that than lying. [ a little huff. ] No offense.
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and then, finally, at the end and only then, he huffs a little bit of a laugh and reaches up to take off his glasses to clean them on his shirt. ]
If I held it against every person who ever lied to me, or obstructed me from something, Buzen, I would have a grudge list longer than the entire continent of China. [ it's just a little bit wry, no heat, before he continues. ]. In the end, it's a game with specific rules. In the end, an obstruction to justice is still a bystander who makes the choices they make.
What matters to me, I guess, is what you do with the aftermath of it. You can't control Rang, Matsui, or D, and you couldn't control the rules, or the trial, or anything at it. What's done is done - a child is dead, and its left behind bleeding injuries in its wake. A murder leaves its mark on more than just a victim, and trauma is a wound that festers. So, pick up the pieces and try to put them back together. Yours. Your team's. The people Rin cared for, and the people who cared for him. Do what you can to try.
[ as he finishes cleaning his glasses, setting them back on the bridge of his nose, he glances over again, properly. ] You seem more of a fit for that than lying. [ a little huff. ] No offense.