"...Maybe. But I shouldn't have acted on it. I... When I thought it was Namatame, and Nanako was gone, I... I was too weak to do anything, but I still tried to get into his room."

It was true that death was transient here, not that he'd remembered in the moment. But for someone like him, who dedicated his life to the truth, and more importantly, to justice, to protecting people...

"But this time, I was strong enough. Once I cornered him, I... I don't know how many times I punched him."

He'd tried to wash his hands, bandaged them, but, he couldn't tell sometimes if the blood on them was all his, or still some of Adachi's.

For a long moment, there was silence.

"... And... the funniest thing is..."

He looked up at her... and he was smiling, but... it was so tired, and sad at the same time.

"...I couldn't do it, anyway. All I ended up doing was... hah. Crying. Can you believe that? ... Crying over a bastard like him."

How pathetic could you get, right?

"...Asking him what I could've done... how I could've stopped him. Helped him..."