The comment about the flowers was initially glossed over in the face of Mikami's interest in whatever else "Eriko" had to say. He wasn't going to get "better" or want to see said flowers. Ever. Whatever lingering doubts he had regarding the insanity of the story being presented to him were being washed away by her replies - particularly the idea that he had not only done something so... obvious, and the embarrassing implication that he had been unable to finish the job.
And then he was struck by the gall in her answer to the question about Kira. Everything in his being was shot through with the red flush of anger, and he stood up suddenly, a number of loose pages from his clutched magazine fluttering to the ground amidst the clatter of the chair nearly being overturned.
"Listen," he started, his voice trembling with emotion. But then he took a deep breath and set his teeth together, only continuing after smoothing his ruffled demeanor into something suspiciously calmer. "I don't know why you're here, and I don't know who you are. My mother died fifteen years ago." He pressed his glasses farther up his nose. "If you expect me to believe..."
His mind chose that moment of pause to indulge in the mad logic of the chain of events the institute and "Eriko" were presenting. If it was three weeks until the end of March "here" or wherever she was from, it was a little over a month past the time he thought he knew. In Mikami's "there," Kira was about to win over his most persistent of enemies the very next day. It was plausible he could be making speeches if there was that time between what he knew and what this woman was telling him. It was only a matter of if Kira would actually begin to come out and do so, and a question of whether it was possible Mikami could be missing the time after something like that took place.
He was speechless for several seconds, but... no. No. Kira would not have died giving a speech, getting shot. It was ridiculous. Mikami would not have returned to prosecution following it, he would have...
Another outburst from him was in the process of building up when a nurse and orderly appeared on either side of him, the former smiling up at him, saying "Come on, Temote, visiting time is over!" and the man making it as clear as possible, without being outright threatening, that the statement wasn't negotiable.
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And then he was struck by the gall in her answer to the question about Kira. Everything in his being was shot through with the red flush of anger, and he stood up suddenly, a number of loose pages from his clutched magazine fluttering to the ground amidst the clatter of the chair nearly being overturned.
"Listen," he started, his voice trembling with emotion. But then he took a deep breath and set his teeth together, only continuing after smoothing his ruffled demeanor into something suspiciously calmer. "I don't know why you're here, and I don't know who you are. My mother died fifteen years ago." He pressed his glasses farther up his nose. "If you expect me to believe..."
His mind chose that moment of pause to indulge in the mad logic of the chain of events the institute and "Eriko" were presenting. If it was three weeks until the end of March "here" or wherever she was from, it was a little over a month past the time he thought he knew. In Mikami's "there," Kira was about to win over his most persistent of enemies the very next day. It was plausible he could be making speeches if there was that time between what he knew and what this woman was telling him. It was only a matter of if Kira would actually begin to come out and do so, and a question of whether it was possible Mikami could be missing the time after something like that took place.
He was speechless for several seconds, but... no. No. Kira would not have died giving a speech, getting shot. It was ridiculous. Mikami would not have returned to prosecution following it, he would have...
Another outburst from him was in the process of building up when a nurse and orderly appeared on either side of him, the former smiling up at him, saying "Come on, Temote, visiting time is over!" and the man making it as clear as possible, without being outright threatening, that the statement wasn't negotiable.