[each secret narrated aloud seems to be worse than the last, and by the time the list is halfway finished, Edamura is already standing there with hands clenched into tight fists, knuckles white. he looks ready to about face and leave— completely uninterested in playing along with this charade— when—]
[One of you killed your father. Or did you?]
[. . . and then he goes perfectly and utterly still]
no subject
[each secret narrated aloud seems to be worse than the last, and by the time the list is halfway finished, Edamura is already standing there with hands clenched into tight fists, knuckles white. he looks ready to about face and leave— completely uninterested in playing along with this charade— when—]
[One of you killed your father. Or did you?]
[. . . and then he goes perfectly and utterly still]