There are really no words to accurately describe just what's going through the poor boy's head let alone his feelings on the matter. He had managed to escape the black organization when he shrank by a stroke of luck. He built up a new identity and laid as low as was possible for him. He'd come so far-for almost two years he managed to fool the organization by living under an assumed name.
And now Gin was going to kill him. Worse, Gin was going to kill Edogawa Conan who he didn't know was actually Kudo Shinichi.
"Oh..." Conan mouthes through some labored breathing, not really aware the gag had been removed. The only thing he was aware of was a sense of numbness that's quickly consuming him as he realizes just how badly he fucked up. There's no other word for it. He fucked up big time.
And now what? How could he possibly talk his way out of this one?
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And now Gin was going to kill him. Worse, Gin was going to kill Edogawa Conan who he didn't know was actually Kudo Shinichi.
"Oh..." Conan mouthes through some labored breathing, not really aware the gag had been removed. The only thing he was aware of was a sense of numbness that's quickly consuming him as he realizes just how badly he fucked up. There's no other word for it. He fucked up big time.
And now what? How could he possibly talk his way out of this one?