[for a long moment, Chrollo says nothing, instead stepping up to the window and resting his forehead against it, palm pressed to the glass, looking out but not seeing what's there. instead he sees the past, the exact wounds his knife could inflict on someone. and then, so soft it could be missed, he gives his answer.]
I did.
[why lie, when lying gave him nothing in this situation? when he felt like all but his most closely kept secrets could be unlocked and pried from him? oh, he did this to himself, certainly.]
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I did.
[why lie, when lying gave him nothing in this situation? when he felt like all but his most closely kept secrets could be unlocked and pried from him? oh, he did this to himself, certainly.]