...It would've been head trauma, I think. Blunt force or decapitation, probably. He was the headmaster of my school, so I expect it would've been something implicating that.
[It also would've had to be something that would've made him fit in a box. That suggests he was reduced somehow to his assorted parts, yet still constituted enough that seeing it would've made Naegi scream when he looked. He wasn't crushed, then — not a puddle of human goo. The room didn't smell, so either he was preserved or there must not have been flesh left to —
why is she thinking about this
why is she thinking about a man who was her father like this]
Senbon Nokku. Hung by the neck and pummeled by one thousand baseballs fired at high speeds from a modified pitching machine. They were all like that. Poetic theater.
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[It also would've had to be something that would've made him fit in a box. That suggests he was reduced somehow to his assorted parts, yet still constituted enough that seeing it would've made Naegi scream when he looked. He wasn't crushed, then — not a puddle of human goo. The room didn't smell, so either he was preserved or there must not have been flesh left to —
why is she thinking about this
why is she thinking about a man who was her father like this]
Senbon Nokku. Hung by the neck and pummeled by one thousand baseballs fired at high speeds from a modified pitching machine. They were all like that. Poetic theater.