i am the son of a provincial lard

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"It's so fucking funny that yall mourn the killers much more that the victims. Actually the only victims someone cared about were Angie and Tenko. But even they mattered only for Himiko. And you've gone along with it just 'cause nobody cared about Kiyo. But yall were oh so upset about Kaede, Kirumi and Gonta! Much more than about the ones they killed! Nobody gave a shit about Rantaro, Ryoma or Miu. And you know what? You know what?! Nobody would give a shit about me!"

"That's not true-"

"Not true?! You wanna bet?"

"What are you-"

"Let's make a deal, Kaito! If they hate me and blame me for killing you, I win. If they're upset about me and actually give a shit, you win. If I'm wrong you can do whatever you want. You can tell them about everything that happened here, or lie about it and make up some heroic story. You can safely assume that I admitted that I was wrong about everything, and you were always right.

But! If I'm right you're gonna have to agree with them. Say you hate me. Spit on my grave. Not tell them about anything other than what you're asked about. And admit that I was right."

"I'm not gonna do that!"

"That is my final wish. My will. That shit have to mean something to you, hero."

"...Why are you so obsessed with always being right?"