[That last comment, serious as it is, is what makes Natori sharpen up, snapping his attention back to Matoba. It's not as though it's unexpected, given... well, given everything about Matoba. How very like him. He thinks of Matoba at the heart of that doll, stubbornly pushing through until it was almost too late; he'd like to think that Matoba is thinking the same thing, though of course probably all backwards, about what might have been if Natori hadn't 'interfered.'
He sits up straight, eyes automatically falling to his makeshift wards as if double checking that they're there. Eventually, he says] But you are still observing. For now.
...What did it do? ["to you," he means; he knows about the "punishments" that people received for looking at it, and knows that Matoba can't have been immune.]
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He sits up straight, eyes automatically falling to his makeshift wards as if double checking that they're there. Eventually, he says] But you are still observing. For now.
...What did it do? ["to you," he means; he knows about the "punishments" that people received for looking at it, and knows that Matoba can't have been immune.]