After settling things with Conan, Kid still needed to say a few words to Satou. But for that, he had to head to the hospital.
Conan's testimony was that Kaitou Kid swooped down and fired at the bomber, firing two shots. The first was blocked by Satou, and the second directly killed the bomber.
Satou hadn't been questioned yet, but someone would likely come to take her statement in the next day or two. Kid figured Satou wasn't the type to lie, so he came specifically to sync their stories, using Conan's testimony as the baseline.
He pushed open the window and slipped into the hospital room with ease.
Satou was already awake, and her instincts as a cop were still sharp.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to tell you I've taken the fall for you. You don't need to confess anything. I also already handled Conan—he's a good little liar. I fired two shots. The first you blocked, and the second killed the bomber."
"..." Satou really couldn't figure out why Kid would go out of his way to do this.
Of course, Kid wasn't going to tell her the real reason—he was a fan of strong women, and he always helped them out when they were in trouble.
"Do I know you?" Satou asked.
"I know you, but you might not know me."
"Why help me?"
"Like I said, I was just passing by. I didn't expect you to actually pull the trigger," Kid replied. "But even though you did, I still believe you'll be a great cop."
But Satou didn't think so. She'd been thinking a lot in the hospital—about her father, about the late Matsuda, and about Takagi. She used to reject Takagi because of Matsuda, but now she felt she didn't deserve to be loved at all.
That's the thing—once someone starts to think they're a bad person, they just spiral. They hesitate to be bad, can't be good, and end up in the most awkward place possible.
That was exactly Satou's situation now. She could've easily accepted Takagi, but after what she did, she thought she wasn't worthy anymore. Honestly, if you asked Kid, it was Takagi who didn't deserve Satou.
In the original story, when Satou was about to shoot, Takagi pushed her aside so the bullet missed the criminal. When she tried to fire a second time, he slapped her so hard she was stunned. Then, right in front of the criminal, he lectured her like she was the villain instead.
"Looks like you've got something on your mind." But Kid was here now, and he could fix things. "You can't forgive yourself, can you?"
"You saw right through me."
"You really don't need to feel so guilty. Even if you abused your power as a cop, so what? Look at me—I even stole Mount Fuji, and I feel zero pressure."
Satou thought to herself: 'I've really hit rock bottom if I need a thief to comfort me.'
"Sounds like you thought you were perfect. Then, just because you shot a suspect who had already surrendered, you feel like you're suddenly beyond redemption."
"I'm a cop. I broke the oath I swore."
"Then don't be a cop. Become a private detective instead," Kid said casually, like it was no big deal.
"..." But Satou had become a cop to follow in her father's footsteps. How could she just give that up?
"Looks like I can't talk sense into you." Kid had expected this. "Hold on a second."
He closed his eyes, and soon the air around them started to chill.
Satou saw a vague silhouette begin to take shape—it was her father, someone she hadn't seen in nearly 20 years. He looked just like he did in the photos.
The blurry figure looked right at Satou, tears streaming from his eyes.
"Father?"
"Miwa-ko..." The figure wept.
"It really is you, Dad..." Satou began to cry too.
"Time's short. Why don't you tell your daughter whether you've had any regrets down there?" Kid completely shattered the mood.
Satou's father sighed. "It'd be a lie to say I don't regret it. But there's no medicine for regret. Back then, I didn't even think—I just rushed over to save that guy and got hit and killed. Never thought it'd end like that." His voice was full of bitterness.
"Father?" That wasn't at all the righteous, fearless image of her dad Satou had imagined.
"Satou, I know what you're thinking. But I wanted to celebrate your birthdays every year. I wanted to attend your school ceremonies, see you grow up, watch you walk down the aisle. But because I saved some ungrateful scumbag criminal, I lost all the time I could've spent with my family. I wasn't there when you needed me. Looking back… it really wasn't worth it." His resentment burned in every word.
"Dad?" Satou Miwako couldn't believe this was how her father truly felt.
"Sweetheart, you're not like me. You still have another chance. Don't give up the important things in life for a piece of trash like I did. And your mother still needs you."
The blurry figure slowly faded away, and then a younger one took shape.
"Matsuda?"
"Yo, Miwako. Long time no see. You look... older." Matsuda still had that same cocky tone.
Kid chimed in, "Alright, your turn. What do you think about all this?"
Matsuda grinned. "Miwako, thank you for avenging me. I'm really happy. I support what you did."
"But, Matsuda… I gave up my honor as a police officer."
"So what? You didn't do anything wrong. You're still a good cop. Scumbags like that deserve to rot in hell," Matsuda said firmly. "Miwako, I know what's weighing on you, but you don't need to feel guilty. Honestly, I'm just glad you still remember me… and were willing to get revenge for me. But I'm in another world now. You should focus on living well. No matter what happens, I'll always be on your side."
The spirit faded again. With his awakened Eighth Sense of the Microcosmos, Kid could cross between life and death, and finding these two souls wasn't hard. He knew that reasoning with Conan was possible—after all, it wasn't Conan's personal burden. They were both outsiders.
But with Satou, it was different. She was the one directly involved. No amount of logic or persuasion from others would make her truly understand or let go of what happened. That's why Kid let the spirits speak for themselves. Let them teach her what really mattered—that killing a scumbag didn't mean she had to throw her whole life away.
"Now that you've heard it from them yourself… have you come to terms with it? The law only speaks for the living. It doesn't let the dead make their case. Killing someone like that bomber a hundred times still wouldn't be a problem. So don't be like your father—don't live with regret. You still have the chance to move forward."
Ghosts... Satou didn't even know how to react. Was this real?
Of course it was. In Conan's world, souls existed. Sure, some fans hated the TV-original plots that showed that, but it was canon nonetheless.
The words and actions of her two loved ones had finally gotten through to her. They showed her that giving everything up over one worthless life wasn't worth it. Satou finally began to feel her spirit healing, slowly but surely.
"Just remember the people who stand by you," said Kid as he turned to leave.
"Thank you!" After seeing both her father and her first love again, Satou suddenly felt lighter. Both men supported her. Both told her to face the future.
"You're welcome!"
Doing good deeds without leaving a name behind, the white silhouette vanished farther into the dark night. Kid thought to himself, 'Finally, this mess is cleaned up.'
Two people needing emotional rescue all because of one scumbag… it was exhausting.
That's what scumbags do—they hurt people whether they live or die. Kid felt that deep in his bones.