[He doesn't remember a lot, honestly. There are flashes of varying length and detail: killing the thug that ambushed him in the underground with a nailgun. The voice that came over the two-way radio and offered to let him join Makishima in taking Sybil down. Finding that voice before he finished cracking the last door to the core of the Sybil System. The vicious struggle that ensued. Bleeding out on the floor and no way to call for help. A dominator and a spray of viscera in the corner of fading vision.
Kagari Shuusei regains consciousness in a world like and unlike the one he left. He's been drifting in and out for two weeks, they tell him. The terrorist responsible for the escalating riots is dead. They're curiously silent about Makishima, but he hears the whispers in the halls. Kogami's gone, fled the country, and the only thing he can think of to explain that is that Makishima got the end he so richly deserved. The vicious part of Kagari hopes the fucker suffered.
What's less clear is what happened to the man in the underground; he's sure he saw a dominator down there in that anechoic chamber somehow, but he's told the man was lying dead beside him when he was found. For his efforts in restoring peace to the area, he's told, he's getting an increase in his monthly allowance--all purchases pending approval of an Inspector, of course. It seems overly convenient, but he's not going to complain about having extra money for video games and candy and fresh vegetables to cook.
There sounds like there's one less Inspector in town to do that approving, though. Kagari's not so sure how he feels about that. Kogami was once an inspector, sure, but Kagari had only met him after his demotion, and his preconceptions of the man were proved wrong in that first fight. Gino, on the other hand ... well, Kagari knew how he felt about latent criminals. Irony sure was a bitch, wasn't it.
...Speak of the devil, huh? Kagari pushes himself up on the bed at the appearance of his former superior. They both look different than they last saw each other; Ginoza without his glasses and Kagari without hair gel, brunette roots having grown out from behind the red-orange.
He smirks, a little too sharp. On some level, he's grateful that Gino came to see him. But pettiness is an easy urge to succumb to, and what little filter he might usually have is out the window with the pain medication percolating in his system.]
Well, well, well, look who it is. How's the hunting dog life treating you, Gino-san?
[ They'd said– the doctors, that is, as he hears through Akane later– that the memory would be fuzzy. Details might be missing, due to the blood loss and shock. In some ways, he thinks it's probably a blessing, not to remember the chaos that happened as they'd chased Makishima down through his maze of plans.
Gino almost wishes he could wipe his own memory clean. Start over.
But he doesn't deserve it, so he pushes his way through the days. Stabilizes his coefficient enough to be hired back on as a hunting dog. How fitting. Ironic– and it should be bitter, but he can't quite make himself feel that bad about it. There's a weight off his shoulders. Tsunemori points and he shoots, he runs, he does whatever her small hands and voice tell him to.
He's grateful she made it through to the end.
He's doubly grateful that they'd lost so little of the team. Kogami was gone, sure, but he feels like that was an inevitability. Masaoka; he didn't want to think about that too hard just yet. Kagari, though, he was young, had so much ahead of him. So he goes to check in, signs his name neatly on the visitor's sheet where the nurse sits. Gino has his suit on, he's cut his hair and lost the glasses. When he looks at Kagari, he feels like a completely different person and yet, someone who has been seen through all the same. ]
I'm still whole. [ Not exactly, with the arm and all. ] How do you feel?
[It's odd, almost, to see a Ginoza Nobuchika who responds nearly in defeat to that obvious baiting. There isn't any of the flustering, the prickliness, the expected indignation. Kagari doesn't know everything that's happened since they parted ways at Nona Tower, but it's obvious whatever it was, it's affected his former superior deeply. There's a new weariness in the other man that reminds him a little of Kou-chan in these last couple years that he's known him, and it smooths over that initial vicious impulse.]
Like someone backed one of those police vans over me.
[Still blunt, though. He flops back down on the pillow, then, not really sure how to approach this. It's weird. Ginoza was the one who first recruited him, throwing down the metaphorical rope by which he could finally escape from his own personal hell. But there's always been a sharp division between them; Kagari was the latent criminal, the one who was flawed, damaged, dangerous. The one who didn't belong in society, and Gino was the one meant to keep him on a leash. Kagari has never hated him, no more than he's hated society at large, but being equals with Ginoza Nobuchika is oddly uncomfortable, when their relationship was originally premised on himself being an inferior class of human being.]
[ His whole persona has changed. Or maybe what was under everything has finally come to the surface. All the anger, frustration, and sadness stripped away to leave this behind. He still feels a twinge of guilt, of resignation, that it had to come to this. There are so many what ifs that cycle through, things that will only dim in time.
Still, he can't place all that weariness on Kagari's shoulders, not when he's just come back to the world. There's a flicker of a smile, tired, at the quip. ]
Ask again, when you aren't on a drip and medication.
[ Is he.....serious???? ]
We're glad you're awake. Has Tsunemori come to see you?
[Regardless of that being the entirely expected response, Kagari still g r o a n s exaggeratedly, in some part because being real with Ginoza seems too daunting right now; it's easier to just play up the obnoxiousness, try to get something like a rise out of the other man as a way of finding something that still resembles their previous dynamic.]
Ughhhhhh, lame. You don't have to be so responsible anymore, you know.
[Though even as he says it in jest, there's a layer of truth in it. A bitter aftertaste, so to speak. Gino's life was effectively over. Whatever he did now, there was no crossing back over the latent criminal threshold. No such thing as rehabilitation for people like them.]
Anyway, I haven't seen her yet. Heard she was here a lot while I was sleeping, but then she had to go out on some case or something.
[He shrugs. It makes sense that she's busy. She's the only Inspector left in their division now, after all. He's sure he'll see her when he sees her.]
Don't mind settling for you, though.
[He sounds affectionate, nonetheless. Even if he doesn't know how he feels about Ginoza being an Enforcer now, he's happy the man is here. No matter what changes come their way, Division One is still his home. His family.]
[ They had a dynamic before. Push and pull; kagari always pushing for something, for a reaction. Gino trying to pull away but never doing so fast enough. He always managed to get swept up in the jokes, the teasing. His skin has gotten thicker now and it means those prods aren't the same any longer. When Kagari complains, he just looks at him mildly, shaking his head. ]
You almost died. I'm not putting your recovery at risk.
[ In his seat, his fingers curl into fists where they lay on his knees. Bringing up death is so fresh, too fresh. Too painful. But he knows it won't do any good to avoid talking about it. ]
Mm. She's handling a bigger case in Shimotsuki's stead. It should be wrapping soon.
[ The hierarchy has changed again. Tsunemori now filling his shoes. It's weird but oddly comfortable. ]
I– are you certain? We didn't exactly... [ Gino trails off, lifts his gaze to Kagari. ] I wasn't exactly a forgiving person.
[Kagari just lets out a vague tch at that answer, shifting his head to look literally anywhere else but at Ginoza. There's a weird twist in his gut at the implication of the former Inspector being worried about him. He knows that Gino was never really as cold as he acted; his relationships with Kogami and Masaoka were testament enough to that, but Kagari was different. He's not someone Ginoza knew on the other side, someone who lost his way and never came back. He was merely the trash Gino fished out of the gutter because Sybil thought he was intelligent enough to be a hunting dog.
Maybe Gino's just projecting onto him, though. Kou-chan's gone, and from what he's gathered from listening in on conversations and whispers outside his room, something happened to the old man, too. Probably related to the same Makishima incident, he assumes. It makes sense Gino wouldn't want to lose another figure in his life, one that's been a steady (if annoying) presence for the last two years.
That last part is what finally gets Kagari to sit up again. It takes him a minute before he wrangles whatever discomfort was snarled at his chest before he can finally respond.]
Yeah, neither am I.
[The first thing he did on seeing Gino was take a potshot at his new latent criminal status, after all.]
You were an Inspector, though. Akane-chan's great, but you and I both know she's kinda weird, too.
[He shrugs again, though it's more of a deliberate one this time, the casualness to it forced]
Let's be real. If you didn't decide I'd be a worthwhile attack dog, I'd still be rotting in that fucking facility.
[It's not about forgiving and forgetting. Ginoza saved his life in a way, as much as he was comfortable treating him like scum afterward. And Kagari? Kagari's always hated himself just as much as he's hated Sybil for the way he's had to live. He doesn't hold it against Ginoza in any personal way; it's just all folded into his general grudge against society at large. And now...well. Gino's in the dumpster with him. That doesn't mean he'll be exempt of any future pettiness, but Kagari's not a person who's cruel just for the sake of it, either.]
[ It shouldn't be relieving to hear that coming from Lagari. That he isn't a forgiving person either. Rightfully, he should be on edge with the fact but he can't be. Not when it's karma— deserved after how he'd lashed out and projected his problems on everyone around him. Besides, he knows their files, can remember every detail of his personnel. Kagari had a mean streak, a little bit of pettiness and cynicism he carried with him.
Years spent in that facility would do that to a person. Gino had done his best not to remain there for long, knowing how it drove a person crazy. Maybe one day with Tsunemori, they could change that. ]
She is weird, isn't she?
[ But the way he says it is fond. She's weird but that's just what the MWPSB needs right now. ]
You're certain? I— sorry, of course. You never say things you don't mean.
[ Kagari was cynical but he was straightforward. It's one of the reasons Gino had liked having him around. ]
Will you come back to the team, after this? Tsunemori would like having you back. If you don't want the risk, though, we'll find something for you.
[ Gino looks at him seriously, direct. He's not so cold hearted as to send Kagari back into that facility. Serious injuries or not. ]
[Kagari had a habit of lashing out, at times. Trouble with his temper, an inclination toward aggression. Scathing or vicious things said in the heat of the moment. It was a little like a volcano; the pressure would build up and explode outward from time to time, and then fall dormant.
Kagari might not be a particularly forgiving person, when grudges are in fact incurred, but he gets over the kind of things that stir his temper in the moment pretty easily. The thing with him, though, was that you always knew exactly how he felt about you; he was never one for platitudes or niceties--if there was one freedom he ever had as a latent criminal, it was the fact that nothing he did mattered. Others might be encouraged to play nice, for the sake of their hue, but for him, that didn't matter. As long as he was useful, he'd get to stay an Enforcer, making his Psycho-Pass all but irrelevant.]
Don't get all weird on me about it. Jeez, I just said I don't hate you, it's not that big a deal.
[And maybe he's still a little existentially uncomfortable about Gino acting like this with him, instead of the harsh and prickly attitude he had before everything went to hell. It's like having that one sibling with whom you always interacted via pranks and bickering suddenly telling you that they care about you and worry about you one day. He doesn't know how to handle it, still, so he moves right on to the next thing.]
Anyway, of course I'm coming back, are you kidding me?
[Said with full awareness of the fact that Ginoza Nobuchika never kids anyone, ever, has debatably even laughed at a joke in his entire life.]
Shit, it's not like I was ever gonna have a long, full life or anything. [Sybil decided that a decade and a half ago.]
I've known I was gonna die with the MWPSB ever since I joined. That's fine with me.
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[ And it does, because his footing has changed. He knows Kagari senses it, the difference in their address. How he's leveled out, sharp words falling by the wayside. There are turning points in everyone's life and Ginoza has been through his second one. First it'd been his father becoming a latent criminal, leaving him and his mother behind to deal with the fallout. With the stigma. He survived it all but not without scraping away at his edges, building layers of armor.
Then it'd been Kogami, treading the same path. Sasayama's death pushing him over the edge where Ginoza couldn't join him.
Except he had. Masaoka was gone for good this time. He'd never hear his father's gruff voice telling a joke, nor catch the careful lines of worry around his eyes. He'd cared about his son and Gino had thrown it in his face. It'd been a mistake, something he couldn't take back. But he's determined to learn from it, apply it to something he has control over.
Like here and now, with Kagari. No longer are they divided by roles and he means to hold out a hand to the redhead a second time. Genuinely, without the prompting of Sybil, without the impressive record. Just because he trusts Kagari and wants something good for him, even if it'll never be truly good under Sybil's watchful eye. ]
Neither of us are in for a long life, you know that. A full life– maybe that's still possible.
[It's a genuine question; Division 1 has always been his home, the closest to family he's had since he was five years old, but he and Gino lived in different worlds. Kagari doesn't really understand why his lack of antipathy--or truly, his opinion at all--should mean anything to the former Inspector. He was a nobody to him, after all, just another wild beast to handle. It seems weird to Kagari that that should change merely because Gino himself became a latent criminal. Maybe he's lonely, without Kou-chan around, with Akane-chan more busy now. Kagari of all people can relate to that.]
Y'know, this thing's not gonna work if you feel like you gotta apologize for being who you were.
[Kagari had walked into the MWPSB with a giant chip on his shoulder, and Kogami had surprised him. He'd been an Inspector too, once, but he knew how to set Kagari at ease, how to relate to him. They had been equals, for the time Kagari had known him. With Gino, it already seems like he's going to carry around their former difference in power like his own personal sin to bear.]
Anyway. You know what I meant. [He'd never experience the life of a "normal person", after all, no matter how easy Akane tried to make things on them.] But I always had a fun time being an Enforcer, so yeah, I'm staying on board.
[ It's a valid point and it's one he knows he's going to struggle with for a while. If there was one thing that could be said of him is that he never did anything by halves. Once he finally made up his mind, he went full bore– that included making amends. He hadn't known, exactly, how Kagari was going to react. Or rather, he'd spun himself up anxiously, a thousand insults and pricking comments coming back to him in perfect clarity.
Hindsight was a cruel mistress. ]
No, I'd been mistaken. I never want to be so short-sighted again. [ Not when– no, he won't think about that here. ]
A fun time? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you enjoy the adrenaline rush.
[Kagari....rolls his eyes. Actually, he's kind of done with this self-flagellating now? Gino can keep doing it on his own time.]
So what do you want from me? To hate you? Or for this to be a whole Thing where I gotta keep telling you we're square? You wanna make shit up to me? Don't talk to me with all this pity. Ohhh, I'm so sorry I was shitty to you and made your life hard? You and the rest of Japan. Get over it.
[......well, if Gino expected to get bitched at, he. finally got it? there's only so much charitable Kagari's got in him.]
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Kagari Shuusei regains consciousness in a world like and unlike the one he left. He's been drifting in and out for two weeks, they tell him. The terrorist responsible for the escalating riots is dead. They're curiously silent about Makishima, but he hears the whispers in the halls. Kogami's gone, fled the country, and the only thing he can think of to explain that is that Makishima got the end he so richly deserved. The vicious part of Kagari hopes the fucker suffered.
What's less clear is what happened to the man in the underground; he's sure he saw a dominator down there in that anechoic chamber somehow, but he's told the man was lying dead beside him when he was found. For his efforts in restoring peace to the area, he's told, he's getting an increase in his monthly allowance--all purchases pending approval of an Inspector, of course. It seems overly convenient, but he's not going to complain about having extra money for video games and candy and fresh vegetables to cook.
There sounds like there's one less Inspector in town to do that approving, though. Kagari's not so sure how he feels about that. Kogami was once an inspector, sure, but Kagari had only met him after his demotion, and his preconceptions of the man were proved wrong in that first fight. Gino, on the other hand ... well, Kagari knew how he felt about latent criminals. Irony sure was a bitch, wasn't it.
...Speak of the devil, huh? Kagari pushes himself up on the bed at the appearance of his former superior. They both look different than they last saw each other; Ginoza without his glasses and Kagari without hair gel, brunette roots having grown out from behind the red-orange.
He smirks, a little too sharp. On some level, he's grateful that Gino came to see him. But pettiness is an easy urge to succumb to, and what little filter he might usually have is out the window with the pain medication percolating in his system.]
Well, well, well, look who it is. How's the hunting dog life treating you, Gino-san?
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Gino almost wishes he could wipe his own memory clean. Start over.
But he doesn't deserve it, so he pushes his way through the days. Stabilizes his coefficient enough to be hired back on as a hunting dog. How fitting. Ironic– and it should be bitter, but he can't quite make himself feel that bad about it. There's a weight off his shoulders. Tsunemori points and he shoots, he runs, he does whatever her small hands and voice tell him to.
He's grateful she made it through to the end.
He's doubly grateful that they'd lost so little of the team. Kogami was gone, sure, but he feels like that was an inevitability. Masaoka; he didn't want to think about that too hard just yet. Kagari, though, he was young, had so much ahead of him. So he goes to check in, signs his name neatly on the visitor's sheet where the nurse sits. Gino has his suit on, he's cut his hair and lost the glasses. When he looks at Kagari, he feels like a completely different person and yet, someone who has been seen through all the same. ]
I'm still whole. [ Not exactly, with the arm and all. ] How do you feel?
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Like someone backed one of those police vans over me.
[Still blunt, though. He flops back down on the pillow, then, not really sure how to approach this. It's weird. Ginoza was the one who first recruited him, throwing down the metaphorical rope by which he could finally escape from his own personal hell. But there's always been a sharp division between them; Kagari was the latent criminal, the one who was flawed, damaged, dangerous. The one who didn't belong in society, and Gino was the one meant to keep him on a leash. Kagari has never hated him, no more than he's hated society at large, but being equals with Ginoza Nobuchika is oddly uncomfortable, when their relationship was originally premised on himself being an inferior class of human being.]
Be better if you snuck in some booze, though.
[He ... may or may not be kidding ??? kagari pls]
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Still, he can't place all that weariness on Kagari's shoulders, not when he's just come back to the world. There's a flicker of a smile, tired, at the quip. ]
Ask again, when you aren't on a drip and medication.
[ Is he.....serious???? ]
We're glad you're awake. Has Tsunemori come to see you?
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Ughhhhhh, lame. You don't have to be so responsible anymore, you know.
[Though even as he says it in jest, there's a layer of truth in it. A bitter aftertaste, so to speak. Gino's life was effectively over. Whatever he did now, there was no crossing back over the latent criminal threshold. No such thing as rehabilitation for people like them.]
Anyway, I haven't seen her yet. Heard she was here a lot while I was sleeping, but then she had to go out on some case or something.
[He shrugs. It makes sense that she's busy. She's the only Inspector left in their division now, after all. He's sure he'll see her when he sees her.]
Don't mind settling for you, though.
[He sounds affectionate, nonetheless. Even if he doesn't know how he feels about Ginoza being an Enforcer now, he's happy the man is here. No matter what changes come their way, Division One is still his home. His family.]
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You almost died. I'm not putting your recovery at risk.
[ In his seat, his fingers curl into fists where they lay on his knees. Bringing up death is so fresh, too fresh. Too painful. But he knows it won't do any good to avoid talking about it. ]
Mm. She's handling a bigger case in Shimotsuki's stead. It should be wrapping soon.
[ The hierarchy has changed again. Tsunemori now filling his shoes. It's weird but oddly comfortable. ]
I– are you certain? We didn't exactly... [ Gino trails off, lifts his gaze to Kagari. ] I wasn't exactly a forgiving person.
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Maybe Gino's just projecting onto him, though. Kou-chan's gone, and from what he's gathered from listening in on conversations and whispers outside his room, something happened to the old man, too. Probably related to the same Makishima incident, he assumes. It makes sense Gino wouldn't want to lose another figure in his life, one that's been a steady (if annoying) presence for the last two years.
That last part is what finally gets Kagari to sit up again. It takes him a minute before he wrangles whatever discomfort was snarled at his chest before he can finally respond.]
Yeah, neither am I.
[The first thing he did on seeing Gino was take a potshot at his new latent criminal status, after all.]
You were an Inspector, though. Akane-chan's great, but you and I both know she's kinda weird, too.
[He shrugs again, though it's more of a deliberate one this time, the casualness to it forced]
Let's be real. If you didn't decide I'd be a worthwhile attack dog, I'd still be rotting in that fucking facility.
[It's not about forgiving and forgetting. Ginoza saved his life in a way, as much as he was comfortable treating him like scum afterward. And Kagari? Kagari's always hated himself just as much as he's hated Sybil for the way he's had to live. He doesn't hold it against Ginoza in any personal way; it's just all folded into his general grudge against society at large. And now...well. Gino's in the dumpster with him. That doesn't mean he'll be exempt of any future pettiness, but Kagari's not a person who's cruel just for the sake of it, either.]
So....yeah. We're good.
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Years spent in that facility would do that to a person. Gino had done his best not to remain there for long, knowing how it drove a person crazy. Maybe one day with Tsunemori, they could change that. ]
She is weird, isn't she?
[ But the way he says it is fond. She's weird but that's just what the MWPSB needs right now. ]
You're certain? I— sorry, of course. You never say things you don't mean.
[ Kagari was cynical but he was straightforward. It's one of the reasons Gino had liked having him around. ]
Will you come back to the team, after this? Tsunemori would like having you back. If you don't want the risk, though, we'll find something for you.
[ Gino looks at him seriously, direct. He's not so cold hearted as to send Kagari back into that facility. Serious injuries or not. ]
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[Kagari had a habit of lashing out, at times. Trouble with his temper, an inclination toward aggression. Scathing or vicious things said in the heat of the moment. It was a little like a volcano; the pressure would build up and explode outward from time to time, and then fall dormant.
Kagari might not be a particularly forgiving person, when grudges are in fact incurred, but he gets over the kind of things that stir his temper in the moment pretty easily. The thing with him, though, was that you always knew exactly how he felt about you; he was never one for platitudes or niceties--if there was one freedom he ever had as a latent criminal, it was the fact that nothing he did mattered. Others might be encouraged to play nice, for the sake of their hue, but for him, that didn't matter. As long as he was useful, he'd get to stay an Enforcer, making his Psycho-Pass all but irrelevant.]
Don't get all weird on me about it. Jeez, I just said I don't hate you, it's not that big a deal.
[And maybe he's still a little existentially uncomfortable about Gino acting like this with him, instead of the harsh and prickly attitude he had before everything went to hell. It's like having that one sibling with whom you always interacted via pranks and bickering suddenly telling you that they care about you and worry about you one day. He doesn't know how to handle it, still, so he moves right on to the next thing.]
Anyway, of course I'm coming back, are you kidding me?
[Said with full awareness of the fact that Ginoza Nobuchika never kids anyone, ever, has debatably even laughed at a joke in his entire life.]
Shit, it's not like I was ever gonna have a long, full life or anything. [Sybil decided that a decade and a half ago.]
I've known I was gonna die with the MWPSB ever since I joined. That's fine with me.
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[ And it does, because his footing has changed. He knows Kagari senses it, the difference in their address. How he's leveled out, sharp words falling by the wayside. There are turning points in everyone's life and Ginoza has been through his second one. First it'd been his father becoming a latent criminal, leaving him and his mother behind to deal with the fallout. With the stigma. He survived it all but not without scraping away at his edges, building layers of armor.
Then it'd been Kogami, treading the same path. Sasayama's death pushing him over the edge where Ginoza couldn't join him.
Except he had. Masaoka was gone for good this time. He'd never hear his father's gruff voice telling a joke, nor catch the careful lines of worry around his eyes. He'd cared about his son and Gino had thrown it in his face. It'd been a mistake, something he couldn't take back. But he's determined to learn from it, apply it to something he has control over.
Like here and now, with Kagari. No longer are they divided by roles and he means to hold out a hand to the redhead a second time. Genuinely, without the prompting of Sybil, without the impressive record. Just because he trusts Kagari and wants something good for him, even if it'll never be truly good under Sybil's watchful eye. ]
Neither of us are in for a long life, you know that. A full life– maybe that's still possible.
:o !!
[It's a genuine question; Division 1 has always been his home, the closest to family he's had since he was five years old, but he and Gino lived in different worlds. Kagari doesn't really understand why his lack of antipathy--or truly, his opinion at all--should mean anything to the former Inspector. He was a nobody to him, after all, just another wild beast to handle. It seems weird to Kagari that that should change merely because Gino himself became a latent criminal. Maybe he's lonely, without Kou-chan around, with Akane-chan more busy now. Kagari of all people can relate to that.]
Y'know, this thing's not gonna work if you feel like you gotta apologize for being who you were.
[Kagari had walked into the MWPSB with a giant chip on his shoulder, and Kogami had surprised him. He'd been an Inspector too, once, but he knew how to set Kagari at ease, how to relate to him. They had been equals, for the time Kagari had known him. With Gino, it already seems like he's going to carry around their former difference in power like his own personal sin to bear.]
Anyway. You know what I meant. [He'd never experience the life of a "normal person", after all, no matter how easy Akane tried to make things on them.] But I always had a fun time being an Enforcer, so yeah, I'm staying on board.
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Hindsight was a cruel mistress. ]
No, I'd been mistaken. I never want to be so short-sighted again. [ Not when– no, he won't think about that here. ]
A fun time? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you enjoy the adrenaline rush.
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So what do you want from me? To hate you? Or for this to be a whole Thing where I gotta keep telling you we're square? You wanna make shit up to me? Don't talk to me with all this pity. Ohhh, I'm so sorry I was shitty to you and made your life hard? You and the rest of Japan. Get over it.
[......well, if Gino expected to get bitched at, he. finally got it? there's only so much charitable Kagari's got in him.]