Talk:The Interrogations Begin!/@comment-17722056-20170306235752/@comment-17722056-20170418043120

Jinshu handed over the knife in his had to Tatsumi, pulling out the knife in his other boot and placing it on the table. It was nearly identical to the first dagger, though perhaps not quite as freshly cleaned as the other. As his hand was on the table and passing over the knives, there was clear evidence of a few old cuts on his hands, some deep while other looked to be just from doing physical labor. Jinshu shifted his glance between the three interrogators as he spoke.

Jinshu:  Well, I won't keep you all guessing as to why I've got knives on me. Protection, simple as that. My old man taught me you could never be too prepared; don't know when there's always gonna be a fresh patch of dirt to use. Best case scenario I never have to use them. And yes, as you're probably wondering, I have in fact use them before and... ''Jinshu paused for several seconds, clearly pondering what to say next. His hand began shaking more.'' I'll cut the bullshit. I moved here recently because I wanted to escape my old life. I did some bad things but those charges have already passed by me and... Jinshu slammed his right hand on the table. Damn it! Damn it all! Why do I have to explain this? It's a waste of time! I don't care if you all think I did it, I just want justice for whoever killed my son!

Jinshu's arms began shaking furiously until he forced his nerves to calm down as he sat back in his chair, forcing himself to look up at the investigators. Jinshu began glaring at Illuak, who remained stoic.