“Then I guess you’d better start talking, huh?” Bel tightened his grip, pulling Kaito close enough that he could put his other arm around the magician, holding a knife to his throat. “Because if you don’t say something I want to hear very soon, I’m going to have a lot of fun cutting you into pieces.”
Kaito may have been a smoothtalker, but it would be a lie to say he didn’t know when things were about to head from the frying pan into the fire, extremely fast. “What am I supposed to tell you that you haven’t heard already? I already apologized to Masumi - several times, mind you - and I’m pretty sure I explained everything to you. Didn’t mean to upset her, greater good, yada yada, blah blah blah.”