The tape started to spin, a hiss of static noise arose.
At first, Mr. Yoshikawa showed disdain, sneering and turning his face away. Until his daughter's voice came from the recorder, he was suddenly stunned, his body involuntarily leaning forward, as if wanting to press his ears to the recorder to listen closely.
"I can't... I can't do it."
"I believe you..."
"Don't be like this, I, I'm lying... I'm the one who killed the person... You can hate me, as long as you hate me it's fine..."
"It doesn't matter anymore."
"How can it not matter? Don't you want revenge for Ryosuke?"
"Will revenge bring him back to life? I just want to see him one more time..."
The words become increasingly subdued, indistinct, but without needing Minamoto Tamako to explain, Mr. Yoshikawa could also figure out what had really happened at that time.
