“It’s plenty relevant! Or at least, it should be.”
Heiji slid his hands into his pockets, still damp. It would explain a lot of things Hakuba did, in a matter of speaking. There were stories of the rather devout worshippers, newsclippings and video feeds of their rather outlandish manners of practice… If this half-Brit detective was one of them, Hakuba’s somewhat unorthodox mannerisms made a whole lot of sense to this dark-skinned detective.
“How many times has yer faith blinded ya from th’ truth?”
He had meant it in simple curiosity. Heiji knew that sometimes he could get carried away in cases putting his heart before the mind, and this seemed hardly any different for him.
It hardly seemed possible that things were unfolding the way that they were. Hakuba, jaw tight, dropped his gaze to the dusty floor and hesitated before replying tensely.
“It hasn’t. I don’t let it interfere with my work. And, frankly, this is none of your business, Hattori-san.”