[ Makoto sighs, tilting his head at the bottles to try and unlock their secrets.
He blinks, wouldn't really call it faith. A part of him may unknowingly find William interesting, but his gravitation is wrapped up in the logic of keeping the smart ones closer. He waves a hand dismissively. ]
It didn't makes sense for it to be you. Though now I guess to frame you, all someone needs to do is leave even less evidence. [ Or maybe this is the time for William to murder if he's going to. The Yor Effect of guilt might prevail when the seemingly inevitable next trial comes around.
He's not giving him any ideas, though. ]
The point is, we still need to get better at this. [ It feels like his idea failed, though he will never phrase it that way if he can help it. Makoto tries for polite, but determined, when he looks back over to him. ] How much do you think you can teach me?
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He blinks, wouldn't really call it faith. A part of him may unknowingly find William interesting, but his gravitation is wrapped up in the logic of keeping the smart ones closer. He waves a hand dismissively. ]
It didn't makes sense for it to be you. Though now I guess to frame you, all someone needs to do is leave even less evidence. [ Or maybe this is the time for William to murder if he's going to. The Yor Effect of guilt might prevail when the seemingly inevitable next trial comes around.
He's not giving him any ideas, though. ]
The point is, we still need to get better at this. [ It feels like his idea failed, though he will never phrase it that way if he can help it. Makoto tries for polite, but determined, when he looks back over to him. ] How much do you think you can teach me?