Maruki’s voice took on a clinical, almost detached quality, as though he were guiding a session. “You say I’m doing ‘shit like this,’ but I think it’s time we clarify a few things, Corvus-san. Let’s be honest about what we’re seeing here.”
He gestured vaguely at the monitors, his gaze sharpening as he continued. “You’re seeing what you bring into this maze. You perceive what your own mind manifests- that's the whole principle of cognition. Its not something which is forced but something which manifests from your own perception. it is truly a shame that you don't wish to face it but we can work on that together. Or not.”
“Asking me for answers when you keep doing shit like this.”
...
Breathe. Take a deep breath. Get a smoke. Anything.
Maruki’s irritation boiled over, and for the first time, his voice raised—not quite shouting, but sharper than before. “I didn’t even know Goro Akechi had a twin in your world!” He practically hissed the words, his frustration clear. “In fact, I’m certain he didn’t exist in MY world. So tell me—how the hell would I know that you’re a smoker? How would I know that?!”
His hand lashed out, gesturing to the rippling maze as though it betrayed him. “Do you think I’m sitting here micromanaging every little thing that appears in this place? A pack of cigarettes? A gun? That’s your mind, Kou-san. Yours. Every little strange horrific thing sitting in your heart has nothing to do with me. Don’t pin that on me.”
Maruki sat back again, adjusting his glasses with a slightly shaky hand. He took a slow breath, his voice evening out once more—but the faint, bitter edge remained. “You’re angry. I understand that. But maybe—just maybe—you should stop to consider what this maze is really showing you. What it’s dredging up from you.”
As Kou would walk further ahead, an object would start floating above in the air- hovering in a sickly pale light as it revealed itself to be the outlines of a dark mask.
A mask waiting to be held.
He gestured faintly at the monitors. “Because whether you like it or not, Corvus-san, this isn’t about me. Sorry to disappoint you in those regards.”
All he can really see is just how ready he is to throw him out of here once he knows just why did his tape incite so much of his own memory. He's certain there was never a twin in the first place. He could bet his life on it actually but the death of Goro Akechi was integral. It was someone's wish and while he could guess who the candidate could have been- family was first.
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He gestured vaguely at the monitors, his gaze sharpening as he continued. “You’re seeing what you bring into this maze. You perceive what your own mind manifests- that's the whole principle of cognition. Its not something which is forced but something which manifests from your own perception. it is truly a shame that you don't wish to face it but we can work on that together. Or not.”
...
Breathe. Take a deep breath. Get a smoke. Anything.
Maruki’s irritation boiled over, and for the first time, his voice raised—not quite shouting, but sharper than before. “I didn’t even know Goro Akechi had a twin in your world!” He practically hissed the words, his frustration clear. “In fact, I’m certain he didn’t exist in MY world. So tell me—how the hell would I know that you’re a smoker? How would I know that?!”
His hand lashed out, gesturing to the rippling maze as though it betrayed him. “Do you think I’m sitting here micromanaging every little thing that appears in this place? A pack of cigarettes? A gun? That’s your mind, Kou-san. Yours. Every little strange horrific thing sitting in your heart has nothing to do with me. Don’t pin that on me.”
Maruki sat back again, adjusting his glasses with a slightly shaky hand. He took a slow breath, his voice evening out once more—but the faint, bitter edge remained. “You’re angry. I understand that. But maybe—just maybe—you should stop to consider what this maze is really showing you. What it’s dredging up from you.”
A mask waiting to be held.
He gestured faintly at the monitors. “Because whether you like it or not, Corvus-san, this isn’t about me. Sorry to disappoint you in those regards.”
All he can really see is just how ready he is to throw him out of here once he knows just why did his tape incite so much of his own memory. He's certain there was never a twin in the first place. He could bet his life on it actually but the death of Goro Akechi was integral. It was someone's wish and while he could guess who the candidate could have been- family was first.
Kou was Goro's family.
He would have the answer.