Uesugi Shion knew that delay could lead to changes. She held the pistol, ready to pull the trigger at any moment, yet couldn't help wanting to look at Fushimi Roku's face a little longer.
She hoped Fushimi Roku would show a look of despair. At the very least, it would be acceptable for him to face death with resolve, instead of having that infuriating expression of 'I'm the real winner.'
"Why are you smiling?" Uesugi Shion asked.
"To be honest, playing with you has been quite interesting," Fushimi Roku, with his hands cuffed, said, looking at the dark muzzle of the gun. "It's a pity that you have no basic respect for social rules, too prone to messing things up."
"So you've admitted defeat?" Uesugi Shion stepped back, without the slightest tremor in her aim. "Planning to just die like this?"
"How could that be possible?" Fushimi Roku remained perfectly still. "I've even thought of your last words for you."
