This is the longest chapter of the entire fic, I think, at nearly 5,000 words. I originally wanted to divide it into two, but I wanted to retain the digital root of the number of chapters 18, haha. Some might argue that making it 19 chapters would make the digital root 1, which is the same as the root of 10, for the 10 participants of the Deci-sion Game, but I'm attached to the number 9 a little too much.
Some people might not like the way I've written this, or what I've written, really. It compares nothing to what could have happened at this point, in Zero Time Dilemma, of course, but it is my interpretation of things. I sincerely do hope you enjoy the chapter, though!
Epilogue: Acta est Fabula, Plaudite!
In which they wake up to their last day together, and must bid each other adieu.
Though they all wake up in different ways, each awakes with a sense of dread of their last day together to meet its end.
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Sigma, who is glad to have finally slept the night without him or Diana suffering from night terrors, wakes up to the hushed whispers of Diana and Sophia, who stands in the doorway of their room.
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Maria wakes up to Carlos kissing her forehead and quietly informing her that he needs to step out for a bit and will be back soon. She inhales his familiar scent — smoke, sweat, peppermint and home.
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Junpei wakes up to the sight of Akane softly smiling at him.
"Good morning," she croons quietly, her fingers skimming through his hair, as she leans down to kiss him – yes, finally, they have kissed, and done more than just that. (Though, Akane has expressed her desire to wait to have sex with Junpei until they are married . . .)
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Aoi is the only one who doesn't wake up on time. He has always been one to sleep late and wake up late — he probably won't be up until noon, it seems . . .
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Mira wakes up to Eric kneeling by her side.
"Mmm . . . Eric?" she rasps.
"Hey," he replies back softly, a small smile twitching at the corner of his lips. "Good morning." His smile falls as he sighs. "Look, Mira, I'm sorry about yesterday. I sort of . . . lost it. I said a lot of things I shouldn't have said."
"No, Eric," she protests. "You don't need to apologize for anything. You simply let out what was in your heart."
He shakes his head. "Mira, please. I'm really ashamed by how badly I reacted, so I am really sorry, and I want to forget everything ever happened. I want to put it all behind us."
For the first time since they started dating, she happily gives Eric a small kiss — even though it is fleeting, Eric curves his mouth into a smile against her lips.
"Thank you for being so forgiving, Eric," she murmurs softly after pulling away. "You're too nice and sweet."
He sighs happily. "Thank you, Mira," he whispers back, his warm breath washing over her.
"We need to book the plane tickets to Nebraska," he informs her an hour later, the hotel sheets entangled between their bare limbs as they lie in bed.
She was a little hesitant to act when, after their kiss, Eric tugged at the drawstring of her sleep shorts, silently asking for her permission as he gazed intensely into her eyes. At first, she felt almost as if she was betraying him if she agreed, but then she decided that he deserved this last moment with her before they left Flagstaff and everything would change for the better.
Mira has to admit, it was the best sex she has ever had, let alone the best sex she has ever had with Eric. Sex was always unsatisfying and meaningless to her, since she could never feel the intensity and intimacy of being with another person; but today, she has felt all of those things.
Not to mention, the post-coital snuggling with Eric is nothing like she has ever done or experienced before. It's a little . . . sweet and calmer than what Mira is used to, maybe a little too sweet for her tastes, but for now, she allows it. Usually, Eric or another lover would fall asleep, and she would remain awake, unsatisfied and restless, but not today.
"Are we flying out today?" she wonders. "No Grand Canyon?"
"Yeah. I know it's a bit last minute, but Sigma said that he told the front desk we'd be here three days, so we need to check out by 1PM today. And Carlos said that he doesn't feel an inclination to go to the Grand Canyon anymore . . . he did suggest that we should all meet up again soon to go there, though." He looks at her with a hopeful smile.
Mira nods dutifully, but tries to hide the pang of sadness she feels at his last words. "Sounds good. And it shouldn't be a problem to buy the tickets at the last moment, since we went to the bank and deposited the checks into our joint account." She sits up from the bed, the blanket dropping from her chest, and smiles sweetly at him – a smile she rarely has given him. "Just let me shower, and then I'll head to the computer room they have in the lobby and get right on it."
He gives back a surprised, but happy grin of his own and grabs her hand, squeezing it once. "Okay. And, Mira?"
"Mm-hm?" she hums back.
"I love you," he tells her.
She doesn't reply, only letting go of his hand and hopping off the bed. As she strolls into the bathroom, she silently returns his declaration with a smile — but he doesn't know that it is full of sorrow.
Mira can't forget all that has happened, and, for Eric's sake and hers, she certainly can't let him forget, either.
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Clover wakes up to the sound of a hard knock at her door.
"Carlos?" she croaks groggily. Her voice is hoarse from crying early in the morning and she is sure Carlos can see the dark circles beneath her eyes - she didn't think to quickly rub on some concealer before answering the door.
"I'm sorry to wake you, Clover. I just needed to talk to you."
"S-Sure . . . come in." She opens the door a little wider to let Carlos to walk in. He heads immediately for the couch on the other side of the room. "So, what can I do for you?" she asks, as she lifts herself up to sit on the table in front of him.
With no introduction or prelude, Carlos simply states, "You like Aoi."
Clover gasps. "What makes you think that?"
"Clover . . ." Carlos gives her a knowing look, which causes her shoulders to slump in defeat.
She then groans and buries her face in her hands. "Am I really that obvious?" she grumbles.
He shakes his head. "Quite the contrary, actually. You did a pretty good job at hiding it, actually. If I hadn't seen you look upset in the car while driving us to Flagstaff, I wouldn't have known at all." He frowns and crosses his arms over his chest.
"Oh . . ." She could have sworn his eyes were focused only on the road and his mirrors (not just for extra view of the road, but to also check in on Maria every so often). It didn't occur to Clover that Carlos could have sneaked a look at her.
"I know it must suck, to find out you love the same guy as your brother."
Clover exhales sharply. "No offense, Carlos, but you don't know how it feels to be in my position right now." Her mouth twists into a sour grimace. "You can't possibly know how shitty of a sister I feel to fall for Aoi while Light has loved him for years."
"Hey. Don't put yourself down for falling in love with Aoi," he scolds sternly. "You didn't know any better." He rises from his seat to place a hand on Clover's shoulder reassuringly. "And, Clover," – his voice grows softer – "I may not be one for romance, but a lot of my coworkers tell me I'm great at giving advice for relationships and all that."
"Hmm." She grins wryly, even though her eyes are full of tears. "So, that means no match-making for you, right?"
Carlos smiles sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "Let's forget about me for now, and focus on you, okay?"
She sniffs. "There's nothing wrong with being asexual, you know," she assures with a watery smile, "but if you really insist, I'll let it go . . . for now. Now, give me your best advice, because I really think I need it."
Not a full hour later, they decide to end their talks, even though they are not nearly finished with their discussion – they can always talk another time, but, soon, everyone is going to wake up, and grow curious if Carlos's is still here.
"Thank you, Carlos." She gives him a genuine smile and a lighter heart, as they slowly walk towards the door. "Your advice really helped me. I truly appreciate you coming here to talk to me."
"I had to help, Clover. It was my duty."
She rolls her eyes. "Right. Firefighter and all. Helping people is part of the job description."
He chuckles. "That's one way to put it, but I meant as Akane and Junpei's friend, and as just a human being, who can't see another hurting."
She is touched by his words, so, after she tearfully bids Carlos goodbye, with a promise to sit near each other later at brunch.
But then, not a full moment after he walks into his room. Clover sees a tall woman stand a small distance away.
"Mira?"
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Phi wakes to an empty bed. Sophia is gone. On the pillow where she slept, however, is a sheet of motel stationary.
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A bored Sean, on the other hand, simply sits on his bed, flipping through the channels on the TV, as he is incapable of sleep.
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"Hey!" Phi hollers from the driver's window. "You all got your stuff out of the RV, right? I don't want anyone calling or crying to me if they forgot something in the trailer." That is a blatant lie, and everyone knows it – no one would mind a call from another person from the Decision Game. After all, that was the intent when they all exchanged numbers and promised to video chat and text – with the exception of a disgruntled Aoi, Mira, who claimed that Eric's number would be enough, a cellphone-less Sean, and Clover (who didn't feel it was her place to participate in this trade, and only exchanged numbers with Akane, Aoi, Junpei, Sigma (albeit reluctantly), and Carlos).
Sean, who is currently embracing a crouched down Mira tightly, asks, "You guys didn't forget anything.
Yes, Mira has to angle her head a little to the right to that Sean's helmet can fit snugly in the crook of her neck, but she doesn't mind it.
"Hey, kid, you didn't forget about me, did you?!" a teasing voice suddenly calls out.
Sean loosens himself from Mira's embrace and turns around to see the person who has called him. "Oh, Junpei!" he exclaims in shock, as the man strolls over towards him.
"Hey." Junpei grins good-naturedly. "I see you made your choice. So, staying Mira and Eric benefits you more."
Sean shrugs. "Going with Sigma will benefit me, but it's the same with Eric and Mira," he responds. "They care for me so much, and though Sigma does, too, but Eric, Mira, and I have gone through so much that they understand my needs just a little more – and that's the biggest benefit I could ever have." Eric smiles widely, while Mira bites her lip and looks away. "Right now, I'm going with Sigma so he can make my head, and teach me more about myself and the GAULEMs, but after all of that is done, I'm going to Nebraska to stay with them."
Junpei nods thoughtfully. "I see. You seem happy with your choice, which shows me that you made the choice with benefits you the most . . . Now," – He smiles almost sadly, holding his arms out invitingly – "come here and give me a hug before you leave."
Sean happily goes to embrace him – but his grip is very tight, that Junpei is not expecting it.
"Oof! Man, you're strong!"
"Sorry." He giggles, and feels Junpei's arms curl around him tighter at the sound. "Thank you so much for helping me, Junpei. I would have never known what to have done without your help."
"Anything to help you, kid. And I know we haven't talked much, one on one, but if Sigma didn't beat me to it, I probably would have fought with Eric and Mira to get you," he murmurs softly, squeezing Sean's body a little harder. "I'm gonna miss you a lot, Sean."
Sean is so moved by Junpei's words that he wishes he is capable of crying – it might give relief to this empty, unsatisfied bittersweet feeling. "I'm going to miss you, too, Junpei," he croaks sadly, as he pulls away from their embrace.
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Phi, Sean, and Sigma are already in the car when Diana pops her head out of the RV's door. Tears shimmer in her eyes as she greets her friends goodbye. "We'll see you all soon, okay?"
"Yes, we'll be in contact with all of you soon – not just regarding the fanatic, but to check in with you all." Akane flashes her a wide smile. "Let us know when you've reached home, alright?"
A few feet behind Akane, though, Mira remembers something important.
"Eric," she says suddenly, urgently, thrusting a small manila envelope into his hands. "Hold on to the tickets for a moment and keep an eye out for the cab I asked the front desk to call for the ride to the airport. I forgot to tell Sean something!"
Eric nods instantly. "Hurry! Go before they leave!"
As Mira runs off, Eric stuffs the envelope into his messenger bag that is slung around his body, as he wonders to himself what was so important that Mira rushed to Sean. She could have just called him later or something, he thinks to himself, slightly confused. He'll just have to ask her later, it seems.
A few minutes later, Mira walks back over to Eric's side and the sound of the RV's engine starting pierces the sad silence that was forming. As the vehicle begins to move, Sigma waves from the driver's window, while Diana, Phi and Sean wave from the window behind him. Everyone standing outside wave back, giving their final goodbyes, before the vehicle turns out of the parking lot and heads out into the streets.
Eric stares after the RV longingly. He misses the little guy already – Sean has become somewhat of a little brother figure to him. He doesn't want Sean to go far away, but knows that it is for his good – and it's not like Sean isn't coming back to him and Mira. They'll see him again in 6 months.
Mira, on the other hand, exhales sharply, as she fiddles with her fingers nervously — something she is not accustomed to doing. "Well," she begins with her sigh, "now that I've said goodbye to Sean and Phi's family . . . I think I should say goodbye to all of you and get going." She turns to nod at Clover, who bobs her head back as she approaches her, digging through her pocket to pull out a pair of handcuffs.
Junpei's eyes widen. "H-Hey, Clover, what are you doing?"
"Clover?" Akane asks hesitantly. She tries to take a step forward, but Aoi grabs a hold of her arm. She looks at him questioningly, but he just shakes his head.
He leans back against the wall and grins wryly. "I think Clover is just doing her job."
And then, Mira has her hands behind her back, as Clover shackles her wrists. "Goodbye, guys."
"Mira!?" Eric exclaims. ". . . No, Clover, what the fuck are you doing!? Let Mira go! Let my Mira go!"
"Eric, Eric! It's okay." Mira's voice is very calm for a person who is getting arrested. "I've asked her to do this."
Eric's eyes widen in terror. "What?! Mira, what the hell are you doing?!" he shouts at her, grabbing her shoulders. Clover doesn't pull Mira away from him, understanding that Mira must leave Eric with some closure.
She shrugs nonchalantly. "I'm turning myself in," she murmurs, as she looks away, unable to meet his tear-filled eyes. "You can forgive me and we can be together this way."
"No, no! Mira, I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it! Clover, let her go, please!"
Clover gives him a look full of pity and sorrow. "I'm sorry." She looks down"Eric, but Mira has already confessed her crimes."
"Fuck, no! Mira, why would you do this!?" he sobs, his tight grip on her shoulders beginning to loosen.
And with that, suddenly, Mira's stoic veneer starts to crumble. "Eric . . . I'm sorry." What is this wetness on her cheeks? Is she crying? She feels her chest constricting as indescribable feelings of sorrow overcome her — is this what it feels to have a broken heart? Suddenly, Mira is not sure if she wants to feel emotions anymore; it is starting to make her feel really shitty, if she's putting it bluntly.
She tries to stop herself from shaking, but quiet sobs wrack her body anyway - she refuses to weep openly in front of everyone, and is grateful she can control herself enough. "I . . . I'm really sorry to do this to you, Eric."
"Mira . . . ," he quietly exclaims, taken aback to see her express such sorrow and vulnerability. Mira usually is never like this. She calls people who cry weak - she has called him weak many times for crying (and it helped Eric to grow a little stronger, for her sake).
"Akane, Aoi," Mira then calls out softly to the pair of siblings through her tears when she feels a little calmer, "for what it's worth, I'm . . . um, sorry about your parents." Her voice is remorseful, but is not full of misery. "I don't expect you to forgive me, at all, but I wanted you both to know this before Clover takes me away."
Aoi crosses her arms and looks away, while Akane silently nods, slightly appreciative, since this is the psychopathic Heart Ripper, who has killed without remorse or sorrow. After all, the woman in front of her now seems to be a different, emotion-filled person than the one who killed her parents. She wants to pity Mira now, but she's not sure if she can do so.
"One more thing before I leave." She turns to face Eric as she sniffs. "Eric, promise me you'll talk to someone. You can't go on like this without some sort of treatment for your PTSD. You had to suffer so much because of me, and I don't want you to suffer anymore."
"Mira, I don't need help! I need you!" he screams, and suddenly, Akane is happy that they're in an isolated part of the parking lot.
"No, you don't," she answers back softly, her hand curling around Eric's arm. "Just promise me you'll get help. Do it for me."
"I promise, I'll get help," he vows. "But you can't leave me!"
"I'm not leaving you, Eric. I'm going away from you, but my heart is with you. It's always yours." It is a dysfunctional heart, which is beginning to learn all of the proper emotions a human needs, but she isn't lying when she says it is his. As she lets go of her grip on Eric, Mira turns to face Clover from behind her and nods once. "Okay, I'm ready."
Clover nods back and takes a deep breath. "Mira, you are under arrest," she declares, before announcing Mira's Miranda Rights. "You have the right to remain silent – "
"No!" Eric gasps. "Mira, please – "
"Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?"
Mira silently shakes her head.
This is it – she's ready to pay her sins and to do her part in saving the world, as she told Zero she would. It would be killing two birds with one stone – after all, if she's not standing in the way of law enforcement, and is in jail to atone for her sins, they can focus better on tracking down the fanatic.
In the distance, the sound of sirens can be heard. Akane looks up to see a car labeled 'POLICE' on it in bold, blue letters approaching their location. When the parks near them, an Egyptian beauty steps out of the car. Alice, Akane recognizes. Aoi must have released her from the pod.
She struts up to her co-worker, the sound of her heels clicking as they meet the smooth pavement. "Clover," the agent greets coolly, though her eyes are warm and tender.
"Alice!" Clover smiles in relief. "You're okay!"
Alice gives her shoulder a squeeze, but her hand lingers longer than it normally would. "Yes, and I'm glad to see that you're alright, too, honey." Her smile twists into a grimace as she looks down at Mira with blatant disgust. "This is the Heart Ripper?"
Clover nods as she frowns. "Um, yeah."
"Alright. I'm taking her back to headquarters, now," Alice informs Clover, approaching close to where she stands.
"Okay. Um, but I don't know if I'll be able to make it to HQ today . . ."
Alice takes the hold of Mira's cuffed hands from her. "That's perfectly alright. I know that you're still tired." She frowns concernedly. "Please, get some rest, Clover. You'll need it, since we have a lot ahead of us."
Aoi wants to applaud Alice's strength. Whereas Clover felt feeble and exhausted from the cold sleep, Alice is up and running, barking orders and taking charge, even though he only ordered to open Alice's pod yesterday evening. Out of genuine concern, however, he asks, "Hey, Alice, how are you feeling? No dizziness or anything, right?"
It might have been the wrong thing – or moment – to say, though.
Alice turns to sharply glare at Aoi for a moment, fire blazing in her dark brown eyes – he can't help but think that the fuming look in her eyes contrasts nicely with the blue that rims around her eyes. "That's SOIS Agent Alice to you, mutt," she snarls menacingly, taking a step toward him.
Aoi's eyes widen, surprised by her comment. Standoffish as ever, she seems. But her behavior makes sense, when he thinks about it. After all, he drugged and kidnapped her with the intention to keep her in cold sleep for potentially the next 45 years . . . it makes him wonder how much Ennea revealed to Alice. He would have to call her later to find out.
Before walking away with Mira in tow (with Eric hoarding them with angry cries), she mutters scornfully to herself, "I don't know what Light sees in him," but Aoi catches the words anyway, and causes the tip of his ears to warm in embarrassment.
Fuck, maybe Akane is right, as always . . . I might just be blowing all of this shit out of proportion. I could ask Clover about Light, he considers to himself, as Alice's vehicle drives out of the hotel parking lot.
Meanwhile, Eric slowly turns away from where the cop car just was, and with sluggish, defeated movements, walks to Clover. "Where . . . where is she being taken to?" he asks her, crushed. His voice is bleak, lifeless – just like his current mental state. Still, he knows he must push on to determine his next course of action.
Clover sighs and crosses her arms over her chest. "Well, as of now, we'll interrogate her at SOIS HQ, and then she's going back to New York. She'll be put in front of a grand jury so they can determine if she needs a trial, and then she'll be given a sentence."
New York? That was where Eric used to live with his family before. "Why there?" he presses. "We live in Nebraska. Shouldn't she be taken there, then?"
She nods in confirmation. "Yes, you would be right in other cases, but the bulk of her crimes was committed in that state, while she only killed a few in Nebraska," she informs him.
That's right . . . His mother was killed in New York.
" . . . so, if the grand jury determines she must go to trial, she will be tried by the State of New York, first, and then Nebraska. If not, she'll be given a sentence without a trial."
"And then?"
"She'll probably go to a state penitentiary in the upstate area . . . since, according to her file, that is where she is from."
Eric looks pensive. "Upstate New York, huh?"
His cab arrives not a minute later. Bidding his companions with a simple, "Goodbye," he pulls on the shiny handle of the black sedan to open its door.
But Akane can't him go just like this.
"Wait!"
He pauses. "Akane?" he wonders, as he turns around. "What's wrong?"
Akane smiles softly. "Let one of us accompany you to the airport, Eric," she insists, as she takes a step forward. She hears Aoi grunt softly as Junpei stops him from holding Akane back.
Eric shakes his head. "I can take the cab on my own," he responds coldly.
"Come on, Eric. I know you're upset, but it needed to be done. You know that, too," Carlos points out from behind Akane.
His shoulders slump as he sighs, defeated. "I know," he admits in whisper.
"You are going to get help, right?" Junpei inquires.
Eric nods blankly, but Akane can tell he is trying his best not to break down. "Yeah . . . I promised her I would, didn't I?"
"She cares for you," Maria notes softly, "and you, for her."
He flashes a fleeting, small grin. "Yes . . . she's changed a lot over the past few days, in a good way. She feels more in touch with her emotions," he tells them. "I'm . . . I'm really proud of her. . ." He suddenly breaks away from his reflection and looks up at the others. "Hey, I'm sorry to cut things off like this, but I'm going to miss my flight if I don't leave now. I'll stay in contact, and maybe, if things work out, I'll come if you guys make that plan to go to the Grand Canyon."
Akane nods. "Yes, let us know that you've reached home safely, and do keep us updated on Mira."
"I will," he promises, giving her a half-hearted smile. "Bye, guys. I'll hopefully video chat you all soon or something."
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After he sits in the taxi, Eric immediately places his shoulder bag to his lap, and scrambles to find the envelope that Mira had given him earlier.
Only his passport is in the envelope, and there is only one ticket for Nebraska, in his name.
"Mira," he whispers hoarsely to himself, turning to stare at the reflection of his grief-stricken, tear-stained face in the window, as he sobs to himself silently.
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"Man, Clover, you're a pretty badass cop . . ."
Clover's cheeks flush as she smiles embarrassedly and shrugs. "I'm just a SOIS agent arresting a criminal, Aoi." She goes on to talk about how Light has made more arrests than her, and says that she would have probably asked Light to investigate and look into Mira, if she hadn't come to Clover and confess this morning.
Though Akane considers herself to be the biggest pacifist of the group, in her eyes, justice has been served.
"It really does suck for her, though," Junpei points out, "when you think about it. She killed as a psychopath, but she's paying for the crime as a human who is finally starting to realize what emotions are."
"She must feel so much regret, then," Maria realizes sadly, as she grasps onto her brother's arm.
Yes, Mira is able to finally feel emotions and act humane – though, she may or may not be accustomed to and is probably not completely comfortable with it all. Akane suspects that she has caught glimpses and felt bits of emotion as she SHIFTed. The morphogenetic field has seemed to cure her psychopathy.
It makes Akane wonder if that is what Gentarou Hongou's ultimate goal was in the Nonary Project. If that is so, then his plan resulted in failure because he did not correctly grasp the mechanics of the morphogenetic field.
He only assumed that a transmitter sending information to a receiver would be enough for him to catch a glimpse of faces; but, if he had SHIFTed instead of holding the Nonary Game, Akane realizes, it would have been enough. SHIFTing would have been the answer to a lot of problems. Perhaps, there is another timeline where Hongou caught his mistake, where Akane didn't have to go through the Nonary Games and could have reconnected with Junpei in a completely conventional way, but there is no point to lament now. What has been done has been done, and all Akane can do is work to stop the religious fanatic and look forward to a happy future.
"Now that Free the Soul won't grow and everything with Radical-6 has been avoided," Aoi begins, breaking Akane out of her musing, "what is SOIS's next mission?"
Clover grins slyly – even though she has to fight through her dejectedness to do so, it is getting easier, she feels (and, not to mention, Alice's fleeting presence did help her immensely). "Interested in SOIS's agenda, Aoi? . . . Or in my brother's?"
He scowls. "I was going to ask if SOIS has any intention to track down the religious fanatic or if they plan to just leave it up to Crash Keys."
Junpei snorts, while Akane rolls her eyes and scoffs. "Yeah, right."
"Guys, stop annoying Aoi!" Carlos chides parentally, placing his free hand on his hip.
"But it's so obvious – "
Aoi crosses his arms over his chest. "I'm fucking serious, you guys; stop bugging me about this! You, too, Carlos! Don't think I can't see that fucking smirk you're trying to hide!" he growls, before giving a final groan in exasperation and stomping away from the group.
"H-Hey, Aoi!" Carlos calls out, though is unable to hide his laugh, like everyone else.
Akane giggles. "Oh, don't worry. He'll be fine." She waves her hand airily. "Aoi has always been a grouch when it comes to his true feelings. Let's just go after him. We've been lingering here for long, anyway."
So, they grab their bags and go the way Aoi went. As they start their walk to Carlos's minivan, Clover feels a shoulder bump hers.
"You okay?" Carlos whispers in her ear, a concerned look crossing his face.
Clover swallows lightly before giving him a small, but genuine smile. "I . . . I think am."
I probably screwed up on the information regarding what happens to Mira next – for some reason, though, after reading the Eric & Mira Post-Payoff Files, I was under the impression that they were somewhere in Upstate New York…
Have you ever wondered why Mira struggled to recognize Sean in their Post-Payoff Files? (Though, you could probably guess the reason now. Speaking of which, I know, there are no US Penitentiaries in Upstate NY, but we can pretend that there will be in the future, right?) Would you like a Post-Payoff "File" for D-Team? Would you like to see what the hell that anagram was about? Stay tuned for the next chapter, then, folks! It's going to be a big one that which will either leave you satisfied, or completely unsatisfied, I think. ;)