It was not until Tooru Amuro's voice interrupted his account that Tangze realized he had just been talking endlessly as though he could not stop. He raised a hand and pressed at his brow.
Perhaps because he had been forced to encounter similar scenes while dealing with the library director, his emotions had indeed become somewhat abnormal. Although he had shown neither discomfort nor distress while making wounds on Moriwaki Buntā, Tangze himself knew that perfectly well.
"Sorry." Tangze closed his eyes, trying to clear away the images flashing through his mind. "I got a little worked up. It's nothing."
It clearly was not nothing...
Tooru Amuro looked at Tangze, who had stubbornly shut himself off again, with a headache and had to agree with Hiro and the others' judgment.
Tangze had always emphasized that he was mentally healthy, that even if he had problems, they were only minor ones. No matter how everyone probed around the edges, they truly had not managed to uncover anything. Yet perhaps there was an equally deep shadow in his heart—only its source might not have been what many people assumed.
Perhaps Tangze's psychological scars had nothing to do with the case surrounding him.
For an ordinary eighteen-year-old boy, suffering systematic bullying from violent authorities and an unjust judicial system without any chance to fight back, along with the organization's interference and obstruction, and perhaps even physical and mental abuse, could truly make him collapse. It could change his temperament completely and make it difficult for him ever to trust those around him again. But Tangze was clearly no ordinary boy.
He had long known who the true culprit behind the case was. He simply had not dealt with the problem yet—and was in no hurry to do so. After all, for the organization,