[The man's yellow gaze goes to Sora as if in astonishment, but that expression only lasts a second before begins to laugh. It's a deep sound not unlike the omen of a natural disaster, and equally unkind; he covers his face with the hand that isn't stained with Ferran's blood as it fills the silence of the apartment.
Eventually, though, he gets to his feet and regains his voice:]
You really do know nothing, Sora.
[The name is more of a sound meant to cut rather than any kind of respectful address—and it would be no better even if the young man had introduced himself to Onyx.]
To defend his parents' murderer from the very friends I turned him against? Ha! You can be assured that whatever his motives, they certainly weren't about "doing something good."
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Eventually, though, he gets to his feet and regains his voice:]
You really do know nothing, Sora.
[The name is more of a sound meant to cut rather than any kind of respectful address—and it would be no better even if the young man had introduced himself to Onyx.]
To defend his parents' murderer from the very friends I turned him against? Ha! You can be assured that whatever his motives, they certainly weren't about "doing something good."