"Kaiji-san, you feel it too, don't you? How completely lifeless and petty this world is, how dull."
Kaiji stares up at him, lips parted slightly in suprise - of course he does, it was what had got him mired deeper
and deeper in this messy web of gambling. "Akagi-san..."
The hand remains on his shoulder, and Kaiji does not move to push it away.
"Good." There is a suddenly a strange glint in Akagi's eyes, and before he can react, Kaiji finds Akagi crouched
next to him - hand no longer on his shoulder, but fisted in his hair. Kaiji's head is slammed down onto the low
table; he grunts in pain and tears spring to his eyes. His vision is blurry and his breathing ragged.