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I have never really liked Naomasa.
I have never really liked a lot of law enforcement in general! I tried, when Ingo departed. I tried to trust the police. I tried to trust Interpol. I knew that they were my best chance of finding him. So I tried to be nice. I tried to be good! I tried rrrrreally really hard!!!
But Naomasa did not make it easy. Nope! Even before he had me forcibly depart, I did not like him. I was mad that he was assigned Ingo’s case. I was mad I was not allowed to work it in his stead. I was mad that no progress was being made. But I did not hate him. I was jealous. Verrrry jealous. But in a way, I trusted him more than the rest of Interpol. He wanted to find the truth. That’s what I wanted as well! I wanted the truth about what had happened to my brother. I wanted to know, no matter what. I thought that despite our differences, we were on the same track.
We were not. Some truths mattered to him more than others. Smaller, meaningless truths. He cared more about revealing the type of truth that is better left unspoken than he did about Ingo.
I did not hate him before, but I hate him now. Very much. In fact, I don’t think I have ever hated anyone more in my entire life! Not even my parents. They were not kind to me. They favoured Ingo. They didn’t want me around. But they never acted on that as severely as Naomasa did. They never tried to have me arrested. They never did anything to permanently keep me from my brother.
But Naomasa did. Well- he tried to! He tried rrreally hard. In a way, I can respect him for that. He fights for what he believes in. But what he believes in is wrong.
I don’t believe in fate. But if I did, I would think we were fated to be enemies.
There’s not a lot that can be said in response. He . . . gods, he does question sometimes whether or not that’d been the right decision. Turning in a desperate man for the crimes committed, knowing that it’d all been the result of his need to find his brother.
Naomasa knew that he’d have done similar, if the roles had been reversed. He’d likely have done far worse, than stealing files and generally interfering where he shouldn’t. But he had to remain firm on applying the law, or else what kind of spiral could he find himself going down? Dismissing this, because it hadn’t been so bad. Dismissing another, and another, until he could find reason to excuse the inexcusable. Doing just as he pleased in any given moment, and falling victim to his base desires below this all.
No. No, he would not allow himself to question this further.
“Emmet knew what he was risking. I won’t be blamed for his own decisions.”
