Irish lay prone on the ground, his vision gradually blurring. He vaguely heard the voice, rolled his eyes, and barely let out a snort that sounded like a sneer.
Even though Kumeru's bullet had not actually struck him, he had been lying on the ground for quite a while since being hit by the sniper. The blood beneath him had gradually lost its warmth, making it difficult for him to give an accurate answer or form a precise expression.
But Tangze read his thoughts from that barely managed expression.
"What, you think I'm talking nonsense? That I'm indulging in fantasy?" Tangze crouched down, bringing himself back into Irish's field of vision. "So you still want to live."
Meeting those golden eyes that glimmered eerily in the darkness, Irish faintly tugged at his cheek muscles.
Wasn't that obvious? What was there to ask?
If he had not wanted to survive, if he had not possessed that fierce, weed-like will to live, how could he have crawled out of a pile of corpses and reached his current position?
Others might not understand that feeling, but Kumeru, an illegitimate child of powerful and influential people who had been tossed into the organization like discarded trash, surely understood it all too well.
The feeling of kneeling on the ground, fighting stray dogs for food, caring about nothing but survival, and abandoning every shred of humanity...
But the current situation was not a matter of whether he wanted to live. There was simply no room for discussion.
He had already attacked the police, who lay sprawled below in every direction.
He had also exposed his true face in front of more than one person.
Not to mention the shrunken Shinichi Kudo, who had personally witnessed Akechi Goro's appearance, then watched Akechi Goro talk to Gin