"I have so many objections," Ren mutters, picking the fifth tape from the pile and sticking it in the VCR the wrong way. "Fuck."
The second time he gets it right. The ancient TV starts up on its own, and he stands grimly in front of it, watching as the memory plays out.
He knows immediately which Futaba it is, if only because she mentioned the drugging to him one time. His stomach sinks through the floor, and though he doesn't come out and say it's his sister, Goro will be able to see it on his face. He doesn't blink at the violence; it's the look on her face that gets him, the venom in her voice. My mother was in the past, now was she? In another world, not either of theirs but a third one, Futaba did this to him.
There is also a little voice in the back of his head wondering if people are watching old-fashioned tapes of his murders. He supposes he'll find out.
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The second time he gets it right. The ancient TV starts up on its own, and he stands grimly in front of it, watching as the memory plays out.
He knows immediately which Futaba it is, if only because she mentioned the drugging to him one time. His stomach sinks through the floor, and though he doesn't come out and say it's his sister, Goro will be able to see it on his face. He doesn't blink at the violence; it's the look on her face that gets him, the venom in her voice. My mother was in the past, now was she? In another world, not either of theirs but a third one, Futaba did this to him.
There is also a little voice in the back of his head wondering if people are watching old-fashioned tapes of his murders. He supposes he'll find out.