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"You should kill me," Kirigiri says, && it hits Makoto like a punch in the gut. It is an ultimatum, demanding the extent of his faith in her; not only in the deductive capacity that has gotten them so far in this wicked game, but in the woman who wields it.
Her words hang heavily in the air, each syllable an act of violence in its own right.
Her cold eyes stare searchingly into him, calculating as much as waiting. Looking to predict the outcome before the worst can come to pass. Worse than death would be his indecision, or some wholesale surrender to despair. Will he trust her? With a knife to his throat, will he lay it all down to see her plan through to the end? Even if the Mastermind puts him to death?
He slips his hand into hers.