"See? You’re—"
The Voice in the Smoke
"Pretty words. But look at your hands. No nullification. No 'No Longer Human.' Just flesh and bone and the memory of every friend you couldn't save. Oda. Ango. That boy with the tiger… he's ash now, isn't he?"
"And you believed them. You always do, don't you, Osamu? The port mafia's dog. The Agency's jester. You wear chains so well… you even forgot they were metal."
"See? You’re—"
The Voice in the Smoke
"Pretty words. But look at your hands. No nullification. No 'No Longer Human.' Just flesh and bone and the memory of every friend you couldn't save. Oda. Ango. That boy with the tiger… he's ash now, isn't he?"
"And you believed them. You always do, don't you, Osamu? The port mafia's dog. The Agency's jester. You wear chains so well… you even forgot they were metal."
