[He frets and looks down at the stone shoes of Lloyd Irving. He tries not to think of that time - after everything he's heard. How could someone who seemed so nice and friendly back then... who still looked like a child now... be full of such hate? Be a killer of many?
He wanted to reach out to him, to try at least. But he was afraid, too. It might be too early to make a move like that... and it would be too risky when it could unintentionally provoke him and put the lives of his friends, of Ikki, in danger.]
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He wanted to reach out to him, to try at least. But he was afraid, too. It might be too early to make a move like that... and it would be too risky when it could unintentionally provoke him and put the lives of his friends, of Ikki, in danger.]
What if I keep it in my house?