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He stared down at his father bleeding out in his own home. His father try’s to do gurgle out some sort of response but his words are caught against his frayed vocal cords.
Maki stares at him with cold calculating eyes. He speaks unfeeling. “It’s your own fault that you’re in so much pain.”
His father grasps at him. His hand smearing his blood on his shoe. The red stands stark against the white of his shoes. Maki lets his father grasp at his shoe a little longer before stomping down on his hand. Reveling in the small crunch that emanates from it.
He makes sure to look him in the eyes as he continues. “Maybe if you didn’t steal our money I would have been able to buy a better knife.” He presses down harder on his hand watching his father gasp that turns into a gurgle as he starts choking on his own blood.
As he watches the light fade from his fathers eyes Maki says one last thing to him. “Cheaper knives are duller after all.”