"When would you like to leave?" Naoto says, giving breakfast the utmost attention. "Our case is at something of an end, however unsatisfying. An opportune time to return to Inaba."
And it would be the smart thing to do. He shouldn't trust Naoto. He can swallow his pride. Go to his parents. Find these friends he's got.
He opens his mouth.
"It's fine," says someone who isn't quite him.
Naoto's knife stops. "I've lied to you from the beginning, if mostly through omission. Leaving would be the most reasonable choice."
"Do you want me to?"
Silence.
And very quietly:
"No."
