[Sakuma nods, looking away from him to return his focus to the field. It seems to be a practice game -- there's no crowd like might be drawn to a real one.]
Yoshio Koutarou.
[He volunteers it without being asked, then considers this statement. Had he seen him? Now that he thinks about it, he thinks he did. He at least remembers the librarian referring to someone named 'Christopher'. And he might have seen Christopher himself a few times. Genda, like himself, was fairly physically distinctive, after all.]
I think so, [he says finally. He lets this hang in the air -- Sakuma feels like he owes him an apology, but that's not quite right, is it? So instead he finds himself falling silent again, not really sure where to take things from there.]
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Yoshio Koutarou.
[He volunteers it without being asked, then considers this statement. Had he seen him? Now that he thinks about it, he thinks he did. He at least remembers the librarian referring to someone named 'Christopher'. And he might have seen Christopher himself a few times. Genda, like himself, was fairly physically distinctive, after all.]
I think so, [he says finally. He lets this hang in the air -- Sakuma feels like he owes him an apology, but that's not quite right, is it? So instead he finds himself falling silent again, not really sure where to take things from there.]