Kou staunchly ignores Maruki's words, continuing onward, deeper into the maze. There's no arguing with this man, not when he's so adamant about casting the blame on Kou for this situation- as if that motherfucker hadn't lured him here with the puppeted corpse of his brother. Did he really expect Kou to react well to that? To sit down and let that piece of shit dig through his brain? To answer his questions with a smile on his face?
As fucking if. It's clear Maruki's decided that Kou's in the wrong for not happily accepting what he deems 'treatment'. Lost memories? Any 'memory' Maruki would have of that would be stolen in the first place, and Kou's not in any hurry to give him more ammunition than he already has. The idea alone that he has Kou's tape, that he was able to view it... it makes him want to scream.
Kou growls as the labyrinth writhes and changes around him, the sterile walls replaced with vines and branches, then mossy walls.
"If you're trying to lull me into a false sense of security," he hisses, "you're much, much too late for that."
And as if in response to his words, the walls begin to shift much more violently.
Kou's forced, herded into whatever directions the maze desires, regardless of his own attempts to break out, like he's fucking cattle. The walls ripple and writhe, as if alive, and once again, Kou has no choice but to play along to Maruki's madness.
His breath catches when he comes face to face with a mirror.
Unwilling to play along, he tries to turn back, but it's no use- the walls close in around him, forcing him closer and closer to the mirror. A tentacle pushes him away when he tries to push back, forcefully twisting him around to face the rippling surface of the mirror.
For the most part, it's dark, but here and there, he swears he sees-
"What the fuck is this," he growls lowly. "What are you trying to do, huh?"
-a hint of something. It's- it's himself-? Or is it-
Flickers of a smile, of an scchool uniform/i>, beige with a striped tie, black gloves, meticulous, impeccable, then a winter coat, a checkered scarf- a Metaverse outfit that's red and black, or is it blue and black? A black mask with red visors, a menacing smile-
Unease crops up in his throat. He masks it by looking up at the ceiling, glaring.
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As fucking if. It's clear Maruki's decided that Kou's in the wrong for not happily accepting what he deems 'treatment'. Lost memories? Any 'memory' Maruki would have of that would be stolen in the first place, and Kou's not in any hurry to give him more ammunition than he already has. The idea alone that he has Kou's tape, that he was able to view it... it makes him want to scream.
Kou growls as the labyrinth writhes and changes around him, the sterile walls replaced with vines and branches, then mossy walls.
"If you're trying to lull me into a false sense of security," he hisses, "you're much, much too late for that."
And as if in response to his words, the walls begin to shift much more violently.
Kou's forced, herded into whatever directions the maze desires, regardless of his own attempts to break out, like he's fucking cattle. The walls ripple and writhe, as if alive, and once again, Kou has no choice but to play along to Maruki's madness.
His breath catches when he comes face to face with a mirror.
Unwilling to play along, he tries to turn back, but it's no use- the walls close in around him, forcing him closer and closer to the mirror. A tentacle pushes him away when he tries to push back, forcefully twisting him around to face the rippling surface of the mirror.
For the most part, it's dark, but here and there, he swears he sees-
"What the fuck is this," he growls lowly. "What are you trying to do, huh?"
-a hint of something. It's- it's himself-? Or is it-
Flickers of a smile, of an scchool uniform/i>, beige with a striped tie, black gloves, meticulous, impeccable, then a winter coat, a checkered scarf- a Metaverse outfit that's red and black, or is it blue and black? A black mask with red visors, a menacing smile-
Unease crops up in his throat. He masks it by looking up at the ceiling, glaring.
"Answer me!"