[ If Maruki ever heard about that, it was years and years and one doctorate degree and two Traumatic Life Events ago. It might as well have been another lifetime.

He absorbs that, slowly but surely. ]

I can't say I'm familiar. Perhaps we don't come from the same reality after all...

[ Which implies the existence of personas in another version of Japan. Not entirely outside the realm of possibility; there is, after all, quite a bit of crossover between what they know to be true and what Kazuya and Demi-Fiend have experience with.

Maruki manages to unstick himself from his frozen position, pours a mug of coffee for each of them, then opens a drawer with an array of tea in case Adachi would prefer that instead. ]

Help yourself. And– can I ask what it's called? [ A beat. ] Mine is Azathoth.