‘ Goodbye ‘
“Conan-kun… ah, no. You really are my missing East Wind, aren’t you? Never mind. There’s not much time. I needed… to warn you that this case… this hotel… isn’t what it seems. Get out while you still can. I respect and admire you and your work… and wish you all the best in finding your happiness. But, Conan-kun…"
There are three seconds of silence, then a sigh.
"…by the time you get this, I’ll be missing- just like the others. Please… if I could beg you one favor, one last request… pertaining to Kaitou Kid. I know that you’re the only one who can catch him. But when you do, please… protect him. Keep him safe, as a personal favor to me. He may be a thief, but he… he has his reasons. Trust me.
”Thank you… good luck… stay safe. Je t’aime, mon collègue. Au revoir.”
Goodbye
“Ah, Takagi-keiji, I just wanted to let you know that the situation is now under control… We were able to disarm the bomb successfully and the gunmen have been subdued. Although we’re still hoping for some backup to deal with the ‘pickup’ for down town, we’ve changed the status of the hostage situation from ‘at will’ to ‘stand down.’ This means that you can tell my father – if you’re still at the office – that yes, I will be there for lunch. Thanks, Takagi-keiji… we’ll get coffee again soon, ne?"
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“And he wonders why I love him… why I want to protect him… Why I believe in him.”
What happened at White Chapel?
“From… journalists outside of London, now? Honestly I… how did they all get my email address?”
She pushes through the blank-faced grey people and step to Saguru. “Leave him alone!” She growled at the anons. She never got mean before in front of him, but she was tired of him being messed with.
“Ah- thank you… it’s so nice to know that I do have some support. I can handle the letters, though; that’s what I’ve a shredder for, yes?”
Goodbye…
“Kuroba-kun…” Static. “Kai-” A shuddering breath. “P-please… They-”
The detective coughed, the sound wet and strangled.
“They know who you are… you have… to… hu… huh…” More static. Gasping. “Tch… I.. love… ha…”
Silence.
More static. A sigh.
Click.
Leave! You will never be welcome here.
“God, another one… As if 33.5 a week weren’t enough…”
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1001-cranes: bewaretheides315: TINY DRAGON RING, GET ON MY FINGER! … this is literally what on said on twitter earlier. OUT OF MY BRAIN. Ahh! It’s so cute! I want one!