Shotaro's hand was halfway across the table to Terui's jacket when Philip slammed his hands on the table. A reaction like that out of Philip was unusual enough to take seriously. He retreated his hand. While he sorted out his thoughts for a moment, he took his hat off and set it on the table nearby.

He hated that they were both right. Even if it felt like a weak justification. Even if it just felt so wrong. But a hard boiled detective was supposed to be the one to make the hard choices, right?

"Yeah, I remember," he finally answered. To think something like that would actually end up relevant. "I get it. I get it."