The first eight– That makes sense for the Phantom Thieves and Akechi, but he doesn't know about the changes of heart, so he can't be talking about them, can he? The second time around, second time doing what exactly, and what was crowded? The cognitive world? From what he understands, Akechi has been crawling all over it for years. There's no way he wouldn't know about that many others with abilities like them, and if he did know about them, he would have used them as an example in some overwrought hypothetical anecdote meant to obfuscate his true involvement.
No, nothing about this adds up.
He's been staring openly at Adachi for too long. He doesn't even know what his face is doing at this point. Of all the things Maruki expected, another persona user with a whole host of experience outside of their little mess in Tokyo didn't rank at even the very bottom of the list. He opens his mouth, closes it again after a moment, an aborted noise of confusion dying off in his throat. Then, finally– ]
This is fascinating. You're fascinating. I have to admit, I'm speechless.
[ Another beat, and then he straightens up, runs both hands up beneath his glasses to press fingers into his eyes. Darkness takes over, then pulsing neon swirls that linger after he pulls his hands away. ]
I won't bother you further at the moment. But, I wonder–
[ Oh, his head is spinning. He needs to talk to Akechi. Is it still dark out? It is. Is he going to offer this man a room in the farmhouse? He is. God, help him. ]
If this reality doesn't suddenly evict you... Could we chat again sometime?
SINKS MY FIST INTO HIS FACE
Give Maruki a moment.
The first eight– That makes sense for the Phantom Thieves and Akechi, but he doesn't know about the changes of heart, so he can't be talking about them, can he? The second time around, second time doing what exactly, and what was crowded? The cognitive world? From what he understands, Akechi has been crawling all over it for years. There's no way he wouldn't know about that many others with abilities like them, and if he did know about them, he would have used them as an example in some overwrought hypothetical anecdote meant to obfuscate his true involvement.
No, nothing about this adds up.
He's been staring openly at Adachi for too long. He doesn't even know what his face is doing at this point. Of all the things Maruki expected, another persona user with a whole host of experience outside of their little mess in Tokyo didn't rank at even the very bottom of the list. He opens his mouth, closes it again after a moment, an aborted noise of confusion dying off in his throat. Then, finally– ]
This is fascinating. You're fascinating. I have to admit, I'm speechless.
[ Another beat, and then he straightens up, runs both hands up beneath his glasses to press fingers into his eyes. Darkness takes over, then pulsing neon swirls that linger after he pulls his hands away. ]
I won't bother you further at the moment. But, I wonder–
[ Oh, his head is spinning. He needs to talk to Akechi. Is it still dark out? It is. Is he going to offer this man a room in the farmhouse? He is. God, help him. ]
If this reality doesn't suddenly evict you... Could we chat again sometime?