[He ought to give an answer that's coldly, clinically rational. He's a prosecutor, isn't he? He knows how to present a well-reasoned case for or against culpability in court. He ought to say, I don't know, Yagami; I'll need to collect more evidence before I can be certain I'm at fault. He ought to say, You need to calm down, and then we can determine the specifics. Because he's not certain it even was him. He's not certain he even was the guilty party. He's not certain that Yagami hasn't been...poisoned, God forbid, or hurt in some other way, and that needs to be ascertained before he assumes guilt.
Yet even so, what tumbles out of his miserable mouth is this:]
It was - accidental.
[And then he backs away, shaking his head. Thankfully, a woman comes between them at that moment, kneeling down in front of Yagami and saying in a clear, confident voice, I'm a doctor. Are you hurt?]
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Yet even so, what tumbles out of his miserable mouth is this:]
It was - accidental.
[And then he backs away, shaking his head. Thankfully, a woman comes between them at that moment, kneeling down in front of Yagami and saying in a clear, confident voice, I'm a doctor. Are you hurt?]