Conversation · Kim Kitsuragi

"Yeah -- smoked a ton of people -- unsolved shit." He nods and crosses his arms regally. "Now listen up, suit-fuck. You're gonna shit yourself, because it's gonna get wacko-natural."

"Wait, by gun of the killer, Cuno means the murder weapon. We have it."

"Yeah, spin that real shit, pig. Murder weapon, big boy shit."

"He may have committed other murders over the years -- we have him confessing to one too. A big one."

"Yeah, big shit. We taking them all down. We cleaning this shit up." He nods and crosses his arms, regally. "Now listen up suit-fuck. You're gonna shit yourself, because it's gonna get wacko-natural."

"Look -- point is, we saved as many people as we could."

"Yeah -- and solved that shit. Fucking... grandpa in the woods did it. Old shit. Cuno doesn't know about that. Look -- the REAL SHIT here is..."

"I did everything I could. The company had hired unvetted..."

"No." He stops you. "You've explained enough, pig. Cuno takes care of this shit now."

There is no challenging the fury the kid is about to unleash.

"That's right, it was a massacre. They got what was coming to them."

"Who? Who got what was coming to them? The civilians? Lieutenant Kitsuragi? Why are you even here after he got shot? What else could you possibly fuck up?"

Stop taking this abuse. YOU. SOLVED. THE. CASE.

"I solved the case. A straggler from the Revolution shot the merc. He was hiding for fifty years on that island before I found him."

"A straggler? From the Revolution?" He sounds incredulous.

"It's wild. But I have a confession and a murder weapon. He's on the island now -- waiting for arrest."

"You just left him on the island -- unguarded?"

There is a perfect explanation for that!

Don't tell him about the phasmid. He will not believe it. IT. DIDN'T. HAPPEN.

Gulp.

"Speak up, lieutenant," she tries to reassure you. "It's okay. I believe there was a straggler."

"I don't know. What I do know is -- there was no giant stick insect on the island. That would be insane."

"What is this, a joke? We will dump you, Harry. We will leave you here -- you'll be just another bum on the coast. This is a trial. Stop fucking around."

"Ha ha ha..." (Laugh nervously.) "I don't know why I won't stop talking about the three-metres-tall stick insect. There was no insect!"

"This sounds hysterical, Harry. What did you do on that island? What happened to you?"

He's genuinely concerned now.

"Lieutenant, please. The straggler -- just... stick to that. You said you solved the case?"

She's right. This is not going well for you. You have to present something coherent -- and sane.

Something that proves you haven't completely lost it. Something solid. You've done things. Good things. List those.

No. There was a giant insect and they have to understand that. You will find proof. Don't give up.

It's not going well. You have to present something sane and forceful. Make your case. You've done stuff. Good stuff.

"It's no joke. I found the Insulindian phasmid. I discovered a new species."

"This sounds insane, Harry. What did you do on that island? What happened to you?"

"It's okay. A giant insect -- three metres tall -- came out of the reeds and left him in a catatonic state."

"This is not a joke. We will dump you, Harry. We will leave you here -- and you'll be just another bum on the coast. Take this as your trial. Stop fucking around."

"I talked to it. It told me about the pale and the Oxygen Holocaust, and how its antenna turned into a foot."

"The biggest land invertebrate ever found? It's anything but funny. Also, I think it's connected to the case."

"Yeah -- from the Revolution. He may have killed others too."

"What is this man -- eighty? Ninety? What are we talking about here? A octogenarian sniper?"

"If Kim were here right now, he'd tell you it was inevitable."

"Don't make this about Lieutenant Kitsuragi. He's a great cop -- and you almost got him killed. I don't even understand why you're here after he got shot."

"I got shot too -- in that fight." (Point to your leg.) "I did my absolute best."

"You went in drunk and you got yourself shot -- and others killed." He sighs, then continues more calmly: "Why are you even here after Kitsuragi got shot?"

"The company hired unvetted mercenaries. It was their fault. I did all I could."

"You went in drunk and got people killed." He shakes his head. "Why are you even here -- after Kitsuragi got shot? What else could you possibly fuck up?"

"It's worrying. Especially in light of his political views. Detective Du Bois is -- as you may know -- a fascist. A far-right woman-hater and, of course, also into race-stuff. Which -- for a police officer --" He shakes his head. "Not good."

"It's just strange. Especially in light of his political views. Detective Du Bois is -- as you may know -- a true blue moralist. A man of the centre. Not prone to political outbursts. Which is commendable. But also... at odds with his behaviour."

"It's worrying. Especially considering his political views. Detective Du Bois is -- as you may know -- a Mazovian socio-economist. He wants to liquidate the ruling class. Which -- again -- for a police officer... is a little odd."