A-702
"Heh. You don't look surprised. Then again, I lost my cool earlier. Did you suspect me then?" He stared at Justice straight in the eye with a cool and collected expression.
Like a cold, cold thing that hadn't sought warmth in years. A killer? At the very least, he didn't hide the fact he had taken lives before. And yet, he sighed.
"But no. That's not it at all. Whatever that man saw, it was enough to incriminate all three of us. I didn't want him to confuse you into having us suspect one another."
Despite all that good talk of not suspecting one another, the gleams on the ground soon revealed spikes made of strings hiding in between the tiles, stretched to pounce like arrows at any moment... pointed at the gunman. Had he weaved this too while the two were fighting? ...All in case he was attacked by Justice? If so, then why?
"You should be able to tell. I don't have any grudge or bad blood with you two."
Truth and lie. Lie and truth. Truthfully, he hadn't exactly lied to them in the first place. But every good lie has a bit of truth in it as well.
So was he lying? And if so, where did it start? And where did it end?