#truthkiller

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A cold sort of humor flashed through his eyes. How did he sleep? Wasn’t that quite the question? No such answer existed. Though he was actually quite lazy, if one paid attention to what time of day he’d stumble out of bed when he wasn’t in a killing game. That was neither here nor there. A fact irrelevant to the question.

Did he sleep well?

Sometimes. Some nights.

Yet... bloodshed littered his dreams. Guilt lurked at the corners, particularly in the quiet of the night.

Things to be sent anonymously or not! – Accepting!!

“Do I look like I’m running away?”

Red eyes met red eyes. Was she on trial once more? Should she raise her sword? Cut through his words again? Or maybe it was her gun. Shoot clean through his contradictions. Was the class split down the middle? Were they talking over each other, desperate to clear their names? Desperate to mislead, to blame, to fight for their lives.

“I told Momota there was a mastermind. I told him that there might have been a way to stop the mastermind. I let him into my plan to try to end the killing game.”

The truth. Even Saihara had already admitted to his crimes. The evidence, the complete evidence, pointed at Shuichi Saihara. And she wasn’t turning her gaze away from that fact.

Quit blaming others for your mistakes.

“Momota attempted to kill the mastermind. That was his choice.”

Her gaze narrowed her. The gun was raised, pointed toward the contradiction. Her hand rested upon the trigger.

“You killed Ouma. You framed Momota for Ouma’s murder. You executed Momota for your crime.”

Then she fired.