Katsuya's eyes fly wide open in alarm at the first admission, and he flinches at the second. A rehearsed assassination, and yet...
He gulps, then steadies himself. It wouldn't be the first time.
"...For what it's worth, I've seen similar police corruption in the past." He should probably explain. "During the investigation of the 'Old Maid,' or Joker, I was repeatedly disregarded and even threatened with termination, the closer I got to the truth. The truth that Sumaru's police were puppets for Foreign Minister Tatsuzou Sudou and a conspiracy he led in pursuit of world domination."
Of course, that's merely an explanation. "But I know that doesn't erase your pain, nor does it remotely justify the grave failings of my fellow officers. I can't begin to imagine how you ended up in such terrible situations, but it's also not my place to ask for your life story."
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He gulps, then steadies himself. It wouldn't be the first time.
"...For what it's worth, I've seen similar police corruption in the past." He should probably explain. "During the investigation of the 'Old Maid,' or Joker, I was repeatedly disregarded and even threatened with termination, the closer I got to the truth. The truth that Sumaru's police were puppets for Foreign Minister Tatsuzou Sudou and a conspiracy he led in pursuit of world domination."
Of course, that's merely an explanation. "But I know that doesn't erase your pain, nor does it remotely justify the grave failings of my fellow officers. I can't begin to imagine how you ended up in such terrible situations, but it's also not my place to ask for your life story."