[That just gets a quiet noise out of him, noncommittal but acknowledging; he leans over the table, not to take a shot but rather just to give himself something to do, bracing his hands against the edge of it and curling his fingers lightly around the green felt bumper lining the inside.]
...You mentioned that Enoshima was targeting you, but to think that she would go that far...
[His grip tightens a bit, but he manages to force himself to relax.]
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...You mentioned that Enoshima was targeting you, but to think that she would go that far...
[His grip tightens a bit, but he manages to force himself to relax.]
And the second time...?