This was a story you had once been indifferent to, one you would not have lingered over even if you had passed right by it.
Compared with thrilling battles and treacherous conspiracies, the feelings of a few boys and girls—things anyone could understand—weren't worth much of your attention.
You had long grown accustomed to a life different from that of ordinary people, and you never considered yourself ordinary.
Only at the end, when the child whose fate you had altered hurried past you, and you turned around but couldn't even bring yourself to apologize, did you finally realize the price of arrogance.
The life you had finally reclaimed should not have ended like this. Neither should hers.
This was where your paths crossed with your beloved: looking back on the road behind you, only to glimpse new life.
It was still that familiar voice, still that familiar cryptic speaker.
Lavenza had not clearly pointed toward anything in this passage, yet an image suddenly flashed through Tangze's mind.
It was none other than that rare, hazy dream he had when leaving Noah's Ark's holographic game.
At the end of that dream, he had brushed past Shinichi Kudo and Ran Mouri. When he turned around, all he could do was watch two strangers gradually walk away...
Tangze narrowed his eyes.
It wasn't because the words had stirred any feelings in him.
Lavenza's description was basically correct.
If not for the connection created by their identities, if not for the return of his memories, Tangze, focused on resolving matters involving the organization, would never have gotten to know Ran Mouri.
Even though he clearly knew who she was from memories of his previous life.
So he had no particular reaction to the commentary itself. He had simply suddenly understood something from it.
"Lavenza."