[ He remembers watching the press conference, feeling smug, ready for the next step in taking down the Phantom Thieves to show his father that he was capable. He can never forget the violent nature of Kunikazu's demise on live television, the convulsing, the black ooze -- the final lifeless collapse on to the conference table. He couldn't sleep for a week after that. He shudders at the moment, covering his mouth for a moment to regain his thoughts. ]

No. [ He says quietly. ] He didn't suffer. He was shot twice. Once in the chest, once in the head and his shadow was dispatched.

[ He feels just as detached from it as he did when it happened and he hates himself for it. ]

His last words were "My Utopia". Nothing more.

[ He frowns, unable to lift his head to look at her. It was calculating, pulling the trigger, letting him die in his palace. And it was easy to do. Thinking he was doing the right thing by following Shido's plan so he can finally prove to the world what a piece of trash his father was.

He wishes things were different. ]