[Klint keeps his hand where it is, almost as if to quell his brother's dismay. But with the photo opportunity in the memory complete, the two turn to speak conversationally. Though unacknowledged verbally, their gaze and position seem to include the young apprentice detective, as well—and her mentor has a more general sentiment to express, even as he addresses the late prosecutor.
If we're leavin' the law to this lot eventually, London'll be alright, eh?
They watch Barok expectantly; he has a part to play in this recollection, after all, however different his scowling, scarred face is from back then. His voice isn't the same as ten years ago, either; there's undeniably an undertone of bitterness.]
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If we're leavin' the law to this lot eventually, London'll be alright, eh?
They watch Barok expectantly; he has a part to play in this recollection, after all, however different his scowling, scarred face is from back then. His voice isn't the same as ten years ago, either; there's undeniably an undertone of bitterness.]
"I won't let you down."