[ He sucks in a bit of air at that. So the detective knows. He couldn't have known everything — how he's not planning on actually going through with it (yet), how he knows he'll inevitably have to bite the hand that feeds him and may very well become a scapegoat, how it's all just— become a high wire act without a net for him in his own search for the truth and then, for justice.
no subject
The lighting in the room flickers, dimming. ]
. . . I see.