I never needed—! [But he breaks off. He can't lie to himself—not to his own face, at least. He knows he needed them—to call his name, to admire him; he'd liked it far too much. Like he knows, now, that he needed Shido to pat him on the head, to be torn down, defeated, overthrown.
That moment he's dreamed of, in the prime minister's offfice, when he would finally have been free. From all of it. Forever.]
It was the second when I left. November. I spoke to Shido the evening before. I was going to do it! [Just a bit of what he's feeling, bursting through his control.]
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That moment he's dreamed of, in the prime minister's offfice, when he would finally have been free. From all of it. Forever.]
It was the second when I left. November. I spoke to Shido the evening before. I was going to do it! [Just a bit of what he's feeling, bursting through his control.]