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[It felt like he'd gone through these files a hundred times. Fukawa Touko...no, Genocider Syo, had finally revealed herself, but it all felt so empty. The trial had been entertaining for a while, but by the time it turned into some ridiculous sob story about promises Togami had lost all interest.
Not wanting to put up with everyone else's suspicious gazes and whispers - not out of self-consciousness, mind you, but out of sheer annoyance - he'd retreated to the library, where he was once again reviewing the grotesque photographs in Genocider Syo's file. He didn't have a reason to anymore, but the library had long ago run out of books written well enough for his standards. It wasn't the best way to get rid of his boredom, but it was a start.]
Not wanting to put up with everyone else's suspicious gazes and whispers - not out of self-consciousness, mind you, but out of sheer annoyance - he'd retreated to the library, where he was once again reviewing the grotesque photographs in Genocider Syo's file. He didn't have a reason to anymore, but the library had long ago run out of books written well enough for his standards. It wasn't the best way to get rid of his boredom, but it was a start.]
