“Yet yere the one who keeps sayin’ I’m a savage brute, and how ‘m incompetent. ‘m only providin’ proof to tha contrary.” Hattori crosses his arms. “And ya talk about humanity, yet ya jump down my throat fer kickin’ in tha door when someone could’a been dyin’, and tha few prciouse moments tha he could’a had i used ta break down tha door and save him, instead of lettin’ him die by being ‘that perfect detective’.” Hattori rolls his eyes. “No ones perfect, Hakuba, not ya, not Kudo, not me. We all have flaws, but tha’s what makes us great detectives. If ya can’t accept tha’ then ya might as well go home and stay there.”
“Of course I know that. No one is infallible. I’m usually one of the first to admit when I’m wrong and I have, and will continue to do so, when such occasions occur. You know my complaints were based primarily on concern for procedure, making accountable decisions with consideration to alternatives, and keeping lines of effective communication open. I value life just as much as you do, Hattori-san; just not at the expense of others.”
“…so if you’re quite done with your posturing and other such nonsense, perhaps we could return to more constructive avenues, such as taking a break for tea, or coffee, or hell, some whiskey if that’s more your style.”