[Barok takes the appropriate seat, pulling the cup closer although he has no real intention of drinking it anytime soon. A habit, perhaps—as if settling in for a longer visit, regardless of the severity of the topics at hand.]
Some years before, three students from a Far Eastern nation came to learn of our judiciary, of which my brother was a major figure. They spent a great deal time working together, and I too had the opportunity to become familiar with them in the course of my studies. I admired them, particularly the detective, Genshin Asogi... Kazuma Asogi's father.
[He might as well tie this all in with what Diluc already knows.]
In my early twenties, soon after my graduation, a murderer began to target the nobility. Our government was sent into a frenzy to track the killer, who became known as the Professor... the most hated in our city's history. His final victim was my brother. Mere days after his death, Genshin was arrested.
I begged the prosecutor in charge of that case to grant me leave to take that role instead. Because Asogi was a student from a foreign nation whose relations were still a sensitive matter, only a select few members of our government were allowed any knowledge of the proceedings, and the identity of the man was to be forever hidden—and I needed to be part of it. I relied upon the evidence given to me by that man to prosecute, but the trial was a simple matter. Asogi said nothing in his defense, and a vital piece of evidence found in my brother's autopsy made his guilt clear.
[All of this has been easy enough to recount, thus far. The facts as he knew them for so long. It's a story well practiced in his mind, though the occasion to speak of it rarely arose until recently. The real truth, however... is still something he finds difficult. He's accepted it, but it's not so easy to express.]
... but I was blinded by grief and my anger, Mr. Ragnvindr. The truth was in front of me, and I refused to see it.
[He pauses then, as if to take a moment to come to terms with it. The more he considers the matter, the more flaws he can see to the story he once believed.]
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Some years before, three students from a Far Eastern nation came to learn of our judiciary, of which my brother was a major figure. They spent a great deal time working together, and I too had the opportunity to become familiar with them in the course of my studies. I admired them, particularly the detective, Genshin Asogi... Kazuma Asogi's father.
[He might as well tie this all in with what Diluc already knows.]
In my early twenties, soon after my graduation, a murderer began to target the nobility. Our government was sent into a frenzy to track the killer, who became known as the Professor... the most hated in our city's history. His final victim was my brother. Mere days after his death, Genshin was arrested.
I begged the prosecutor in charge of that case to grant me leave to take that role instead. Because Asogi was a student from a foreign nation whose relations were still a sensitive matter, only a select few members of our government were allowed any knowledge of the proceedings, and the identity of the man was to be forever hidden—and I needed to be part of it. I relied upon the evidence given to me by that man to prosecute, but the trial was a simple matter. Asogi said nothing in his defense, and a vital piece of evidence found in my brother's autopsy made his guilt clear.
[All of this has been easy enough to recount, thus far. The facts as he knew them for so long. It's a story well practiced in his mind, though the occasion to speak of it rarely arose until recently. The real truth, however... is still something he finds difficult. He's accepted it, but it's not so easy to express.]
... but I was blinded by grief and my anger, Mr. Ragnvindr. The truth was in front of me, and I refused to see it.
[He pauses then, as if to take a moment to come to terms with it. The more he considers the matter, the more flaws he can see to the story he once believed.]