[Souji's eyes flick to Eiji for a split second at that question. He's smart, he'll give him that. Souji had wanted answers, but those answers would decide what he'd do. Now, that possibility has just become a certainty. There's going to be another game, and Daisuke isn't going to be talked out of it. So there's only one solution--one Eiji may have predicted, so Souji needs to act now, before he has a chance to get in the way.
There's a practiced flick at the hilt of his sword.]
Sorry, but I can't let you do that.
[No sooner are the words out of his mouth than his sword is unsheathed and coming at Daisuke. It's not Saitou's single strike; there's time to see, and time to react. But not much.]
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There's a practiced flick at the hilt of his sword.]
Sorry, but I can't let you do that.
[No sooner are the words out of his mouth than his sword is unsheathed and coming at Daisuke. It's not Saitou's single strike; there's time to see, and time to react. But not much.]