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[eyeswideopen]

[He removes a pair of journals from the drawer. Papers rustle as he sorts through the medical data he had recorded for Jude to adapt. It feels like so long ago.]

In my defense I did try to warn Munakata-san months ago. I only came to a great deal of this recently. It was just pieces before. Like looking at a shattered window.

[He had used every chance. If anyone called it being manipulative, he had to disagree. It isn't like he pulled their strings and ran them around in circles like he could have.] It wasn't us. We only took the blame so the world could keep recovering.

[rockyxiii]

[Juzo lifts his hand and makes a slicing motion through the air: stop talking.]

I've got no idea what you're talking about right now.

[It's not that he doesn't want to know. Information like who the mastermind was is important, though despite everything, he's not sure he can just trust it at face value yet. That's a complicated question at a time when he's not equipped for complicated. Maybe later.

There's something more important first.]

Just—tell me. . . . Did Munakata make it out alive?

[hopedout]

[ Hinata knows that things like that at the moment... aren't exactly important right now. Hence why he's being a little blunt and straightforward as he speaks only one word: ]

Yes.

[eyeswideopen]

[Komaeda falls silent. He can sense where this is going. Hinata has gone to one word answers and Sakakura has a point. What needs said will be said and that's it.]

I can also confirm that.

[rockyxiii]

[Thank fuck. Juzo lets out a long sigh. He doesn't quite smile, but something eases and warms in his expression, and the air itself dries and warms a little too.

It doesn't make the situation with Chisa any better, but it's still a huge weight off his shoulders.

The rest is almost, but not quite, an afterthought:]

Me?

[eyeswideopen]

[He shakes his head and pulls the full crystal out of the small pouch he'd put it in.] You didn't. But you're responsible for the killing game ending.

[He had protected what he swore to protect. Komaeda doesn't say it. This time he recognizes less words is better. But he tries to soften the blow none he less.]

[rockyxiii]

[Ha. He'd had a feeling—about the dying part, that is. Not so much the rest. In that sense, this is much better news than he'd expected; he hadn't died a useless failure. After what'd happened with Kizakura . . . he'd wondered.

So, while the little snort he bursts out with isn't exactly happy, it isn't exactly unhappy, either, and he shows no negative emotional impact on the room this time.]

Trying to make me feel better.

[Kyousuke survived.]

Whatever. So when are you doing this magical brain surgery?

[eyeswideopen]

The 19th or the 20th, whenever I can get the cooperation of the hospital for. [He is after all, an apprentice healer that's learning more and more about the body and herbal medicines. It's just not something he openly talks about. Komaeda tips his head slightly to the side.]

I doubt it will be any sort of problem. They know me quite well.