[He could just keep going. He could blow her off, and if she actually listened to him, nothing would happen and things would go back to normal-ish. Abnormal. Normal for here. But despite his best judgment, which pretty much described this conversation thus far, he stopped at the doors, but didn't turn to look at her.]

...I made a promise, and I already blew it! Why're you asking all this stuff? What's your damn goal?

[Then he stiffened, and turned only an eye over his shoulder. Prosecutors... that's right. He knew maybe a little about the court process, but he knew enough as far as he was concerned.]

...It's Naoto, isn't it? Is she in trouble? Or are you makin' trouble for her?