Keiji felt like his life was about to enter some kind of cosmic paradox. He was about to meet the father of his beloved. A man he had been conceived and trained for to be his executioner. His hands kept clenching and unclenching. He took several breaths in an attempt to calm his nerves. Even hearing the man's name often put him on edge. This..this would be the ultimate test of whether Amiko's faith in him had been correct.
"..as you say, Amiko-chan." His tone was perhaps more monotone than he intended, another coping mechanism.
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