[Adachi laughs a little, under his breath. (It may or may not be covering up a small cough, since he's not that avid a smoker.) He remembers the handful of times he visited the Dojima household, and it had never been 'quiet' then. Loud dinners, even drunken stupors, everything about it had seemed so lively - but it's distant now, like recalling a play after the final curtain has fallen. How dramatic, he thinks, mentally laughing at himself. The cigarette is almost done.]
It was like that before, right?
[Before Souji came, before Adachi did, before everything started turning into this terrible spiral.]
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It was like that before, right?
[Before Souji came, before Adachi did, before everything started turning into this terrible spiral.]