[There it is again - that expression, caught between relief and discomfort, as if he isn't quite sure which to feel first. What was he supposed to think? He didn't even really know the specifics to begin with, just that there were loose ends out there, slowly wrapping themselves around Inaba's throat, and if no one stopped them...]
Oh. That's...great, I guess. Whoopee.
[His voice is quiet when he speaks. Well, now he really had no significance at all. Would they forget him? He'd become another gossip fad, replaced in a month by the latest Junes sale and the next idol sensation. Fifteen minutes, they say, after all, but fifteen is hardly enough. Adachi has an entire life to live out, here, behind these bars and these walls.]
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Oh. That's...great, I guess. Whoopee.
[His voice is quiet when he speaks. Well, now he really had no significance at all. Would they forget him? He'd become another gossip fad, replaced in a month by the latest Junes sale and the next idol sensation. Fifteen minutes, they say, after all, but fifteen is hardly enough. Adachi has an entire life to live out, here, behind these bars and these walls.]