[There's nothing that Atsushi hates worse than being the bearer of bad news, but lying about this or hiding it from Heigo isn’t going to do the poor guy any favors. Atsushi takes a sip of his coffee before continuing, brows furrowing as he tries to decide the best way to explain this.]
Another you. A past life. I’m not entirely sure how it works.
[A shuddering sigh.]
The other me, for example, lived on the streets and then eventually became some kind of detective. [A beat.] And had white hair and eyes exactly like this.
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[There's nothing that Atsushi hates worse than being the bearer of bad news, but lying about this or hiding it from Heigo isn’t going to do the poor guy any favors. Atsushi takes a sip of his coffee before continuing, brows furrowing as he tries to decide the best way to explain this.]
Another you. A past life. I’m not entirely sure how it works.
[A shuddering sigh.]
The other me, for example, lived on the streets and then eventually became some kind of detective. [A beat.] And had white hair and eyes exactly like this.