Chapter 2: Equations(8)
"What did he say?"
"'Sorry about that, it was my fault. Are you hurt?' How could that be apathetic?"
"But that doesn't give any information-"
"Hear this: 'People all have rough lives; I wouldn't deny to have one myself, and you probably do, too. The world isn't all bad; it's just that it isn't made for everyone. For me, the reason I wanted to follow my parents' footsteps was that I wanted to be like them: to bring justice through evidence and facts.' Again, what type of person would do that if they cannot empathise or sympathise with people's feelings?"
"Alright, Haibara, you won."
The debate soon came to an end. There wasn't much to argue in the first place, and it was clear that Haibara was convinced of Yoshiaki being a nice guy.
"Fine. Do whatever." He mutters as he turns off the TV.
Meanwhile, there are four shadowed figures. One is cleaning the dishes, their glasses flicker, reflecting the only light source outside the kitchen; the other is typing on a laptop, their glasses flashing the words they are writing, as the keys clutter with rhythm and melody. The last two figures are together, wearing hoodies, smiling in a dark alleyway, unclear of what they had done or are doing. These people are spread across Tokyo, but they are all connected by what is known as "fate".
"'Sorry about that, it was my fault. Are you hurt?' How could that be apathetic?"
"But that doesn't give any information-"
"Hear this: 'People all have rough lives; I wouldn't deny to have one myself, and you probably do, too. The world isn't all bad; it's just that it isn't made for everyone. For me, the reason I wanted to follow my parents' footsteps was that I wanted to be like them: to bring justice through evidence and facts.' Again, what type of person would do that if they cannot empathise or sympathise with people's feelings?"
"Alright, Haibara, you won."
The debate soon came to an end. There wasn't much to argue in the first place, and it was clear that Haibara was convinced of Yoshiaki being a nice guy.
"Fine. Do whatever." He mutters as he turns off the TV.
Meanwhile, there are four shadowed figures. One is cleaning the dishes, their glasses flicker, reflecting the only light source outside the kitchen; the other is typing on a laptop, their glasses flashing the words they are writing, as the keys clutter with rhythm and melody. The last two figures are together, wearing hoodies, smiling in a dark alleyway, unclear of what they had done or are doing. These people are spread across Tokyo, but they are all connected by what is known as "fate".
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