[There's a pause that lasts for just a little too long, as Togami considers his answer. The words are right there--
"Yes, that's right! That's all it was!"
--but... for some reason, they don't feel quite right anymore. Ah, geez, what was up with this... This was the satisfying climax he'd been waiting for, this was no time to fumble over his lines!]
My sick whims? Oh, Naegi, I do appreciate all this credit you're trying to give me, but how could I possibly accept? I'm not the one who came up with all these... wonderfully creative murders! If I recall correctly, that was... all of you, wasn't it?
Why exactly does punishing the guilty make me the sick one, I wonder~?
[He's derailing and it's transparent as hell, but he's hoping it'll distract Naegi enough from his question. Maybe now he won't have to answer it.]
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[There's a pause that lasts for just a little too long, as Togami considers his answer. The words are right there--
"Yes, that's right! That's all it was!"
--but... for some reason, they don't feel quite right anymore. Ah, geez, what was up with this... This was the satisfying climax he'd been waiting for, this was no time to fumble over his lines!]
My sick whims? Oh, Naegi, I do appreciate all this credit you're trying to give me, but how could I possibly accept? I'm not the one who came up with all these... wonderfully creative murders! If I recall correctly, that was... all of you, wasn't it?
Why exactly does punishing the guilty make me the sick one, I wonder~?
[He's derailing and it's transparent as hell, but he's hoping it'll distract Naegi enough from his question. Maybe now he won't have to answer it.]