[Fingers tighten against Kaneda's shirt until the knuckles whiten from strain. He should let go, shut up, and accept it; the words hurt him more to say and admit than to know deep down. But Tetsuo's never been strong enough to do things like that. There's still part of him that desperately wants to be wrong, clinging to the same false hope that reached out for him when Pan grabbed his heart, or kept him talking to him from the new Heropan Jungle... or whatever it was called.]
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You didn't think I'd figure it out...?