[ - it's a little odd. he snorts, not out of genuine amusement, but out of this weird feeling of... having someone care about him? someone that up in arms in his behalf. what a weird feeling, after he's gotten so used to fighting all his battles by himself.

. . . ]

Thanks for caring.

[just, softly - but genuinely. like he's still not used to the notion of someone so openly showing that they're concerned about him]

.... yeah. After he died, I was in denial. I thought there's no way that Fuji-senpai, who taught me everything I knew about justice, could be a dirty cop. But... I kept running into proof. Time after time. He really...

[ . . . he really did all those things. and mineo lost sight of what it meant to be just after all.

he taps his fingers on the counter then, feeling the ice pack slowly melt under his touch.]

.... I couldn't really take it. That guy did everything to try to improve his ranks in the police - but then once he was condemned, the higher-ups left him out to dry. No one even cared about the investigation... I had to do it all myself. It was all so.... [fucked.]

So I left.