They were sitting on the roof. Looking down, you could see the police cars driving through the city. The number was larger than normal. But none of the pair was looking down. The child-like person was looking forward with a pensive face. He was sitting on the edge of the roof.
"They are looking for you."
There was a pause. There was a harmony of sounds around them. The howls of the police cars, the sound of the helicopters flying around, the sound of music from the flour below.
"Want to talk about it?"
The child-like person looked down. There was a silence for a second.
"I never understood why people kill. But it would be easy to end everything. I just need to jump down right now."
"You think I would not have caught you?"
The wind picked up, blowing up the white cape of the person standing on the roof. The helicopter has flown close, almost discovering them.
"She is going to be fine."
"You don't know that."
"She won't get better just because you are felling guilty."
"It was my fault!"
He raised his voice. The person stopped leaning on the wall and made a couple of steps, closing on the boy.
"You made the right thing."
The child sighed. He looked like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. Not something anybody should ever experienced.
"You don't need to pretend to be strong all the time."
"And yet it is the only thing left from my old life."
"With time, hiding yourself is only becoming harder."
"Are you really the one, who can talk about that?"
"I am not."
There was a pause. The white cape was raised by the wind, hiding the child from the other world.
"At least it is over?"
"Not yet. What about you?"
"Will it ever be?"
He looked up, the moonlight reflecting from his monocle. But he didn't answer.
"Kid? I am ..."
He looked down, hearing the hesitation in his voice.
"I know." There was a small smile on his face. "Thank you, Shinichi."