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》father, but the opinion given should be easy enough to swallow. "Like you said, sacrifices, right?"

"The police are corrupt," Hari shoots back, gaze as sharp as the points of his hair. An arrow twitches in place, his frown deepens. "That's why I'm out here. They don't catch who needs to be caught. Never have, probably never will." He doesn't intend to spill about his 》

Hari gasped, eyes squeezing shut in pain as Nemoto's grip tightened. That fucking hurts, ow. "A-Apparently I have to, considering our current predicament." He tries to move his other wrist, hoping to somehow get Nemoto to back off. Probably won't work.

Someone to go home to, huh. Hari lost all of that a long time ago. Family, his friend, whatever. That's why he's taking matters into his own hands. His hand twitches around the handle a bit, lips pulling into a sharp frown. "Why do something that can get you arrested, then?"

//hari: I know I'm being arrested but like-

Okay, apparently kicking isn't gonna help. He's not too sure how to get out of this, and exasperation begins to seep into his body, expression morphing into genuine fear as he hears the chain. Panic. "Let me go or I will spill every single thing I know about your /other/ job."

"It's helpful enough," he watches Nemoto resume his stance, watches the wall go right back up between his confidence and his fear. It's almost admirable, how he's able to recover so fast. "Are you really only trying to help the police, doing this? Nothing else?"

sounds pretty cool have fun dude

It's good to know my efforts mean absolutely nothing.

Good to know.

can it even be touched

Mm. What if there wasn't work? Nothing else is important?

good, hope that's going well

just promise me you aren't gonna pull a stunt like that.

"Then stop trying to crush me into the wall, dipshit," he hissed back, eyeing the hand that moved to grab the handcuffs. Nemoto had leaned even more forward, and Hari felt a million different ways about that itself, but right now survival was important. He tries to kick him.

MAYBE BUT THAT ISNT THE POINT

Hari balanced the knife, weaving it between his fingers as he weighed his options. The minute was practically up, and he was armed again. So, he could fight if necessary, but then again? Maybe he could turn this in his favor. Gain an ally. "You should be able to function, now."

MAYBE SOME OF US DONT THINK YOUR DEATH IS A GOOD JOKE, DUMBASS

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//this is relevant again oops