[All of Nagito's attention--now as sharp as he can make it--is on the memories. It might be easier that they're not his; it's like reading a novel, a little. He can convince himself of that, anyway, and work as if they're not real. He's often a step or two removed from the plights of others, even when he's trying not to be; it's a problem when socializing, but it might come in handy now. He's kept his focus when he was starving, he reminds himself. He's kept his focus with a knife through his hand and a dozen stab wounds. This is nothing. If he says it, it's true.
At the first sign of a memory that stands out--like an especially talented person, or a potentially decisive clue to solve a murder--Nagito snaps his attention to it immediately.]
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At the first sign of a memory that stands out--like an especially talented person, or a potentially decisive clue to solve a murder--Nagito snaps his attention to it immediately.]