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[Gently, she squeezes his hand between hers and gives a small nod.] Yeah, he's not all-powerful or anything. And I don't think he's gonna do anything like that again.

[It's unclear where her confidence in this comes from just from that, but there are layers. She believes that Ogata can do better, or at least that he was being honest about how inconvenient it was. And she believes in the ability of the other Reclaimers to stop him if he does make a bad choice again.]

[ A small, half-smile. ]

Me neither. It's... I dunno, he's more interested in asking me stuff nowadays than anything. [ Ogata's a puzzle with no answer. That's... Well, it's interesting, to say the least. ] And...you know, soaking everyone with a water gun, but.

[There are far worse things he could be doing, at least. Like murder.

She could let go of Alex's hand now, but seeing as she's already holding it and it's sort of comforting to hold on to something, she doesn't. Her thumb taps idly against the side of his hand as she thinks this over, her conversation with Ogata still weighing on her strangely, like trying to carry something heavier at one end than the other.] Y'know, he taught me how to waltz the first time we met. He was kinda grumpy but I had no idea it was...

[It's just that no one has ever called me their friend before.

A small shrug as she gives up on trying to describe Ogata's deal eloquently.] Like that.

[ If Alex is the only murder, that'll be fine, he can think.

Alex's eyebrows furrow, a little. ] He...taught you how to waltz? [ He can't picture that. Ogata? It seems too gentle, too soft. And yet... ] I just thought he was a...jerk who liked to troll people. I'm... I don't know. I don't know what to think of 'im.

[As Alex says a jerk who liked to troll people, Sayori averts her gaze with a too-innocent veneer in her eyes. She doesn't say it out loud, but it's a very clear "he's definitely that too."

Anyway.] ...he showed me the poem he wrote. And...

[The troubled press of her lips sobers her expression.] He said some personal stuff I shouldn't really say. But I think he's lonely. Like— really lonely, and it seems like it's been that way forever? And... [Man, she really used up all her words on that poem.] Y'know. Being alone like that can really mess you up.

[ There's a twinge in Alex's gut. He sits with that, lonely. It doesn't make him regret what he'd said, any more than he regrets how he acted at all with the Raven Queen's eye. But it puts some things in perspective.

And truly, Alex hates that eye-opening feeling. But he wouldn't be him, if he ignored it. ]

You know. You... You're probably on to something there, I ...I think he killed me for calling him needy. [ There's more to it, of course, the confrontation, the lack of fear. Ogata was just a guy, something Alex could do something about. What was he to be afraid of? He stumbles over that, a little withdrawn. ] Don't think the fucker even realizes how much he contacts me.

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