Locked to construe

[destage]

[When Kirigiri gets inside, she might see that Sayaka's room is pretty well kept--it's definitely been lived in to a certain extent, and the bed's just a little messy, but that's really it. A plain, normal looking room.

She locks the door once she's inside, pausing for a moment--turning the lock a few times, and then turning back with a smile.]

There. It should be safe now, Kirigiri-san.

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[construe]

[ Kirigiri doesn't miss that look. She looks unsettled and exhausted. ]

...

I don't like it. I don't like killing.

...

My father... If he knew what I was doing, even for the right reasons... He'd be assured that abandoning me was the right thing to do.

[destage]

[The first part she can understand--no one should be able to like killing, it's just wrong but...woah. Woah, woah, woah, that caused her to put on the breaks extremely hard. Eyes widened, almost angry looking--]

--Your father abandoned you...?!

[It comes out very harsh sounding, as if it came out before she could stop it--there's definitely clear disdain behind it, if nothing else. How could he do something like that?]

What...what you're doing isn't right, sure, but...you can't completely fault yourself for it, Kirigiri-san...

[construe]

[ ...That's right. There's so much Sayaka doesn't know.

Kirigiri wonders if she should tell her. She's rather surprised by the outburst- and the care in Sayaka's voice. ]

...

The name 'Kirigiri' means... that I was born to continue the line of detectives in my family. My father... He never wanted that...