[He shakes his head. Natsuno's all but forgotten about the priest. After he died and came back, he asked someone else for help, and Seishin Muroi faded into the background with the rest.
Still, the question stirs something in the back on his head. Not his memories, but another Natsuno's, whose life he's been getting in bits and pieces due to a package from sundries: Tatsumi is dangling him by the neck over the ravine, telling him to choose between cooperation and a fall to certain death. "Sunako's probably fine, too... yes, Mr. Muroi will take care of that."
Natsuno can't be sure what kind of choices his timeline's Muroi made, how free he was to do them or even if he's the version who wrote the book. But somewhere, sometime, he took part in it.]
One of the shiki mentioned he'd help them, but... that's all I know.
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Still, the question stirs something in the back on his head. Not his memories, but another Natsuno's, whose life he's been getting in bits and pieces due to a package from sundries: Tatsumi is dangling him by the neck over the ravine, telling him to choose between cooperation and a fall to certain death. "Sunako's probably fine, too... yes, Mr. Muroi will take care of that."
Natsuno can't be sure what kind of choices his timeline's Muroi made, how free he was to do them or even if he's the version who wrote the book. But somewhere, sometime, he took part in it.]
One of the shiki mentioned he'd help them, but... that's all I know.