I’m nursing a bad cold, so let’s keep this short and sweet. (No pun intended.)
Satoshi. I’ve no idea whether I should feel sorry for the chap or ram my fist hard into his solar plexus. On the one hand, what he did was simply . . . I hesitate to use the word “unforgivable” but it ranks pretty close. On the other hand, how can one pass judgement on the fellow, given the maelstrom of conflicting thoughts and emotions raging beneath his happy-go-lucky facade? Satoshi’s “confession” (if one might call it that) reveals not only why he did what he did, but also why he is who he is – and though it gives him no excuse, it does offer an explanation.
If it had ended there I would have been quite dissatisfied, but fortunately Mayaka ties things up as best as could be managed. I’ve never been a fan of deception, especially when the blame is assigned to someone completely innocent – yes, I’m looking at you, Hōtarō, you lying snake – and knowing that Eru was eventually made privy to the truth squares things off nicely. Props to our reluctant Sherlock for unravelling the case as usual (though since Mayaka herself guessed as much, it wasn’t even necessary); even so, the bitter pill of his sister’s pity chocolate seems well and truly deserved.
In the end, I hope Satoshi gives Mayaka the right answer – whatever that happens to be.