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The hall of Mementos seems ever darkier and deadlier right now, the stop of the train tracks seeming like an eternity away and yet something that could be leaped in one step. Goro’s fairly certain his heart is hammering in his chest as he marches onward. His sword scrapes along the ground, cutting through the beat of a drum in his ears.
Why couldn’t Mishima have covered his tracks better? Why did he have to go breaking Goro’s heart with his ties to the phantom thieves?
The shadow turns with a smile as bright as the sun. “Oh Goro! Are you one of the Phantom thieves…wait…does that mean?”
Goro can’t bring himself to say anything to the shadow. It backs up as he draws his sword. Tripping over its own feet it shoves itself backward on the ground.
“Hey, hey, hey wait,” Mishima puts a hand up. “You’re going to kill me? Why! What did I do?!”
How can Goro answer that? The truth wouldn’t make Mishima rest any easier, nor would it make him any less dead. Without any words he closed his eyes so he wouldn’t see the reaction on Mishima’s face as he slashed through the shadow.