That's a lie very nearly flew from his lips, but Barnaby stopped himself. The serious stare his partner gave was all he needed to see. Kotetsu wasn't making any of this up -- he wouldn't.
"There must be some kind of mistake," Barnaby doggedly said instead. His fingernails dug into the palms of his hand as he leaned forward, eyes burning just as fiercely as that fire all those years ago. "It was Mr. Maverick who stood in front of the tree with me. I remember it vividly! I..."
Then why don't I have a copy of the photo?
That stray, paralyzing thought cut him off mid sentence, and he bowed his head. For someone who paid painstaking attention to detail, his faulty memory was a difficult pill to swallow. More than that, it made him sick to think that he'd spent all those years forcing himself to relive that nightmare, clinging desperately to every piece of information he could, only to have someone close to him tell him that everything he knew was wrong.
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"There must be some kind of mistake," Barnaby doggedly said instead. His fingernails dug into the palms of his hand as he leaned forward, eyes burning just as fiercely as that fire all those years ago. "It was Mr. Maverick who stood in front of the tree with me. I remember it vividly! I..."
Then why don't I have a copy of the photo?
That stray, paralyzing thought cut him off mid sentence, and he bowed his head. For someone who paid painstaking attention to detail, his faulty memory was a difficult pill to swallow. More than that, it made him sick to think that he'd spent all those years forcing himself to relive that nightmare, clinging desperately to every piece of information he could, only to have someone close to him tell him that everything he knew was wrong.