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“Why’d you do it?”
Ah, a chance for an explanation. Isagi was benevolent as always.
Even if he was holding a gun to his head.
Actually, because of it, too. The steel is cold, cool against his skin.
The perfect contrast against the fire of Isagi’s wrath.
He really was so kind.
“He asked for directions,” Nagi shrugs. “Not my fault it was to the belly of the beast.”
“So why did you?”
“Because I missed the real you,” Nagi croons. “He was a gift.”
“He’s dead.”
“An offering,” Nagi amends, “Worth it. You look majestic all bloodied in red.”