Consume
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Though he couldn't make out much of Kid's face thanks to the shadows of his hat brim, and the flicker of the monocle's lens, Conan could tell he'd thoroughly shocked the thief, at least, until Kid clammed up again and became the distant aloof figure he'd been when they'd first encountered each other.
"You're giving up then?" Kid asked coolly. "That's not like you, Tantei-kun. How disappointing."
Conan fought back a wince, both at the barbs lacing the words and the delivery. Reaching up he absently adjusted his glasses with one hand, the other remained at his side. "I never said that I was giving up, just that things change."
The thief went still, head tilting in obvious confusion and curiosity. "You're not making sense, Tantei-kun."
The boy grinned, just a little bit mischievous and wild. "You should know, Kaitou Kid-san, that riddles aren't meant to make sense until you solve them!"
Yes, Conan had thought hard about this meeting. He could have told Kid everything: Who he was, how he felt... got it all off his chest before everything went to hell and there was a possibility that he'd never get the chance, but...
This way, he would leave Kid with a clue, and a thank you gift for his help lately, and Conan would have a reason to fight harder, to make it out the other side, to not let the shadows consume him, to keep on trying, and to keep the chase going.
Eventually, Kid would figure it out. He needed to be hanging around for that day.
Lifting the item he'd been clutching to his side Conan held it out to the thief with a grin, "This is for you."