[The conversation starts to disappear one by one in front of his eyes, and no matter what he presses...it's gone.
As if nothing had ever happened.
Someone knew about his history, someone had told them. And if he was in contact with Tetsuo, more importantly he was talking with Tetsuo about him...
Kaneda. Control yourself.
He throws his communicator into his drawer where the pistol was being held for the moment, flopping back onto his pillow and running fingers through his hair.
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[The conversation starts to disappear one by one in front of his eyes, and no matter what he presses...it's gone.
As if nothing had ever happened.
Someone knew about his history, someone had told them. And if he was in contact with Tetsuo, more importantly he was talking with Tetsuo about him...
Kaneda. Control yourself.
He throws his communicator into his drawer where the pistol was being held for the moment, flopping back onto his pillow and running fingers through his hair.
Control yourself.]