"... Dried leaves," Kyousuke replied, lifting himself back onto his feet as casually as he could manage with all the strain it put on him. "They must be part of the clue."
He did another sweep around the room with his flashlight, half hoping for something he might have missed, or that would tie this all together, but there wasn't anything else to be found, from the looks of it. A butterfly, a beheading, and leaves... Where did that put him? ... No, he probably couldn't even start to piece it together yet. He didn't understand the context of the painting, and that could change a lot of things. He wondered if there was a way to look this up. Somehow, he doubted it, but for something like this, he wasn't willing to assume someone else would understand and lay it out for the rest of them. It was possible, but he wasn't willing to bet lives on it.
"This painting... Do you know anything about it?" he asked carefully, lost in thought. He usually preferred working things out on his own, but in this case, even vague conjecture might help.
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He did another sweep around the room with his flashlight, half hoping for something he might have missed, or that would tie this all together, but there wasn't anything else to be found, from the looks of it. A butterfly, a beheading, and leaves... Where did that put him? ... No, he probably couldn't even start to piece it together yet. He didn't understand the context of the painting, and that could change a lot of things. He wondered if there was a way to look this up. Somehow, he doubted it, but for something like this, he wasn't willing to assume someone else would understand and lay it out for the rest of them. It was possible, but he wasn't willing to bet lives on it.
"This painting... Do you know anything about it?" he asked carefully, lost in thought. He usually preferred working things out on his own, but in this case, even vague conjecture might help.