There was a file opened, a pice of paper laid on the table.
"This is a picture of one of the squads you killed during the auction raid."
Quiet.
"What do you feel?" Another attempt.
"Nothing." Takizawa laughed in his face. The eerie sound traveled around the small, enclosed space, bouncing off the walls and traveling back to them. Back and forth, back and forth.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Why are you acting like this?"
Neither of them were going to get an answer it seemed.
"Waaaaait... aha!" Takizawa made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat, like he had just figured out the answer to an exceptionally difficult question.
"So that's it. You want to play house? See if I can be your new Haise? Well, I'll tell ya what Houji, I can't. Maybe once upon a time i could have, but now it is far far too late."
Someone moved around, clothes rustling and chair squeaking against the floor.
"When you're hurt and scared for so long, the fear and pain turn to hate. I do hate you, from the bottom of my heart. And you'd be wise not to forget..."
A pause, heavy breaths hung in the air.
"...I'm a ghoul ya fucker."
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