[He murmurs the words. The eternal chase. Detective and criminal, running in circles. An endless cycle.]
[How could he resist a thing like that? It's in his very nature. (And yet, and yet, he doesn't want it, perhaps, not like this. Not after the falls, not after a certain infuriating smile from a man he thought he won over.)]
And be aware, dear Heizou. A butterfly may turn out to be a spider, in the end. It's all up for you to see if you can handle it.
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[He murmurs the words. The eternal chase. Detective and criminal, running in circles. An endless cycle.]
[How could he resist a thing like that? It's in his very nature. (And yet, and yet, he doesn't want it, perhaps, not like this. Not after the falls, not after a certain infuriating smile from a man he thought he won over.)]
And be aware, dear Heizou. A butterfly may turn out to be a spider, in the end. It's all up for you to see if you can handle it.