"So listen, you really think there's someone who's truthfully sensitive to 'The Death of Others'?
Elle looked at Gaius with a serious eye.
Gaius took that look and often thought about it.
"... aren't you there?
"I guess he's not here. Others are just others no matter how far they go. There is no way anyone can truly grieve over the death of another person. If you were there, you wouldn't be a hypocrite. You've never had an intimate conversation with Degus, have you? Then I won't be able to feel Degus' death like I did. And you, aren't you sympathetic to Bolognese?
"... yeah. Yes, it is. Dr. Boronez is the perpetrator, and Mr. Degus is the victim. But it's Dr. Boronez who cares."
"That's natural, too. You talked to Bolognese for a short time, though. And the content is a confession of sin. Though temporarily, you're not friends with a secret sharing. In such cases, the resonance of the mind often occurs. It's not like I care."
"Is that what this is about?
"Mm-hmm. That's what it is. It's not like your sympathy for the victim doesn't boil because you're the owner of a cold heart. It's just because you were almost stranger to someone else. Strange victim and somewhat sleeve swinging (oh) perpetrator. You lean on the perpetrator simply because your relationship was closer to the perpetrator than to the victim. Never mind."
"... Okay, Elle. Thanks."
"Uhm. Shall we go home then?"
Gaius nodded quietly and turned back his heel and left the room.
Then he went down the stairs and went straight down the hallway to the door, and quietly pushed around the door knob to open it.
"... it's totally night..."
"Hmm. Sounds like it. Don't you think Lombardo will be mad if we don't hurry home?