['Admire'. Tonegawa draws a quiet but unexpected breath, staring steadily into his screen as he puzzles that one through. Admiration isn't what he had aimed for in that moment: high on adrenalin, on fear, on the sheer hysterical energy of everyone else in the room, he'd simply tightened his focus onto striking back in whatever way he could. Perhaps his criticism of Kaiji was somewhat hypocritical, because in part that had seemed to entail some sort of Joan of Arc-esque bonfire, a furious, guilt-inducing martyrdom at its finest. Watch me burn and watch yourself burn with me. I hope the smoke chokes you.
It seems to have worked on Kaiji, who certainly seems to have something catching in his throat. But to be admired by this man-- that's something different, and something uncomfortable.]
Admiring a loss. You're still an idiot. [He sounds complacent to a casual ear, but Kaiji's likely to be listening hard enough to hear the strain.]
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It seems to have worked on Kaiji, who certainly seems to have something catching in his throat. But to be admired by this man-- that's something different, and something uncomfortable.]
Admiring a loss. You're still an idiot. [He sounds complacent to a casual ear, but Kaiji's likely to be listening hard enough to hear the strain.]