oda’s immediate reaction is to freeze up, unused to sudden displays of affection such as hugs. however, he slowly gives into the hug with a shaky sigh. he raises an arm to weakly hug them back—like a puppet that’s being pulled on a string. ]
Our ideals can’t be further apart, you know? Justice... the type of justice I wanted—still want—for their killer is something you would never accept. But you remind me so much of them— I don’t want to fail you.
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[Justice is quiet, contemplative.]
Why...would the Mafia try to take them?
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[ .... ]
But that doesn’t matter anymore. There’s no need to hide them anymore.
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They...aren't alive anymore, are they? Something awful happened...didn't it?
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[ oda pales, but after a moment of silence, he nods. ]
Yeah. The children and the man that helped me hide them are all dead.
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oda’s immediate reaction is to freeze up, unused to sudden displays of affection such as hugs. however, he slowly gives into the hug with a shaky sigh. he raises an arm to weakly hug them back—like a puppet that’s being pulled on a string. ]
Our ideals can’t be further apart, you know? Justice... the type of justice I wanted—still want—for their killer is something you would never accept. But you remind me so much of them— I don’t want to fail you.
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[I'm! So! Sad!]
I'm the one who won't fail you.
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but he manages to compose himself, if only just enough for him to hug them again, this time with a little more strength. ]
Thank you. Thank you, thank you—
[ his voice breaks, but he manages to keep himself together. deep breaths. ]