[It's almost ironic, how similar they just might be. Though his heart is filled with blood that perhaps this puppet lacks, he has felt strings tugging at him all the same. The Black Mask was less of an assassin, in the end, and more just a gun Shido could point.
Of course, it's not something he's so easy to admit, either.]
I was a detective. [His smile is a little sharper now, hungry.] I live for the truth. Even if it would destroy me.
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Of course, it's not something he's so easy to admit, either.]
I was a detective. [His smile is a little sharper now, hungry.] I live for the truth. Even if it would destroy me.