“You don’t need to repeat yourself. I was just checking and joking around a bit. And, yes, I will now admit it. You were right the whole time about me being Kaito. I apologize, but I was sincerely worried about what you would do if you did learn who I was. Now that I know you aren’t going to leave a mournful dove to a flock of flesh-hungry ravens, I’m a bit more comfortable.”
KID finished his glass of scotch and got up. He set the glass down and sat back at his spot. “And fair is fair. A certain raven thought it a perfect time to shoot me and succeeded a while back. The aftermath resulted in Nakamori and several of the task force learning of my identity. It would be rude if you didn’t know what was going on, though it baffles me that he didn’t tell you.”
The foreign detective listened, casually leaning against the arm of the couch, and stiffened at the mention of Nakamori.
“Inspector Nakamori doesn’t know me very well.. and we’ve not had the best interactions in the past. It stands to reason that he wouldn’t tell me, both for your safety and as a matter of pride. He’d rudely rejected my theories about potential suspects in the past, which is when I stopped assisting him entirely… In the end, I suppose it was a good thing.”
Hakuba hadn’t known that Nakamori had learned the truth. A lot went on that he was not privy to, apparently. He reached for his drink and brought it to his lips and hesitated, frowning.
“Honestly, I can’t imagine how anyone who knows you could wish you harm…” Fond sincerity, tone solemn. Longing.
Then, as a thought struck him, he looked up, distracted. “Ah, wait a moment. Ravens? I’ve heard a few people now mention ‘ravens’ and ‘crows’ in regards to… well.. What is that all about?”