By now Nagi had reached the street in front of the office building to find a nondescript black car waiting for him, as he had expected. Crawford never had been one for flashy colors.
He got into the passenger seat and buckled up without so much as glancing at the driver. As the car pulled out into traffic, the man beside him glanced over and spoke.
"I must admit that you were a bit more harsh than I expected." Nagi's lip drew up in a snarl as he yanked the tiny bug Crawford had made him wear out of the inside of his jacket and threw it at him.
"I believe I have fulfilled my end of our bargain," he said in a voice so low it was barely audible. "I would like your word that no harm will come to Omi."
"I give you my word that no harm will come to Momaru Takatori – or Omi Tsukiyono," he added, in deference to Nagi's scathing look, "By anything of my doing, so long as you remain a member of Schwarz." Nagi frowned, but seemed placated for the moment. The two rode in silence for a few moments, with Crawford navigating the streets of Tokyo like a native, both lost in their own thoughts.
Tell me please
Who the fuck did you want me to be?
Was it something that I couldn't see?
Never knew this would be so political
"Will it never be enough?" Nagi finally asked quietly. "I gave you my childhood. I gave you my teenage years. Everything that I was and did for all those years was for you. And the worst part is that I did not even regret it. I was content with you, with Schwarz." Crawford turned his head a bit to look at Nagi, as if disbelieving of what he was saying. "But then, just as I was learning to be happy, something much more than the contentedness I had felt back then. . . you take it away. You say you need more. When will it ever be enough? Or am I doomed to continue giving and giving until I have nothing left to give and finally I give my life in your service?"
Nagi finally turned to look at Crawford, and was surprised to find that the image was blurry – obscured by tears. He raised a finger to his cheek and drew it away again, staring at the moisture there in wonder. When had he last allowed himself to cry? He could not recall. He had screamed and roared in anguish and anger, but he could not remember crying actual tears. Only Omi had the power to draw this reaction from him. Strange, that the only one who could bring him true happiness was also the one who could bring him true sorrow.
And please,
I'm still wearing this miserable skin
And it's starting to tear from within
But its obvious that doesn't matter to you