I'm a model, I can make a plastic bag look good. [She's definitely enjoying herself though, since Kokichi had mentioned it made her look like he belonged in her organization.
She picks at the buttons though with an overly-critical look] Which this isn't that far off from. [Rude.] This is a terrible outfit though. Did he really wear this all the time?
[She's mostly just putting it down to cover her own embarrassment now though.]
[MAKES A FACE.] Truly, hell. [Clearly that's the worst part of this killing game.
Which, speaking of again--] By the way... Why? Not about the clothes, I mean... Why did they lock you guys up to do this thing to begin with? What's the point?
For-- [She makes a baffled, indignant noise and stares at Shuichi like he's grown an extra head.]
Is that a joke? [But she knows it's not, which makes it even worse] What kind of world did you come from where people think that's entertainment? I'm an entertainer. That's just--
[She knows, too, that she doesn't have to say these sorts of things, he surely knows it already that it's sick and twisted and terrible. But she's angry on their behalf anyhow.]
And I thought where I came from was bad enough... [Is it worse to be manipulated into murder, or manipulated into suicide? She's not sure that's a debate she wants to have.]
I don't know what the world was like. That's... part of it. I thought I did, and maybe some of that is still true, but... mm.
[ This is maybe sharing too much, since he's not sure Ouma passed on this part, but it turns out the appeal of being able to actually talk about it rather than skirting around it or outright lying in casual conversation is too much to resist. ]
Supposedly, our entire identities were fabricated for the show. Our memories were definitely manipulated. There's... nothing to say that any part of what we remember about the world or ourselves actually happened in reality.
Ouma-kun mentioned a little about memories... [She muses quietly. It's probably easier to talk to someone who won't be effected by the truth anyhow-- at least not on the same level as the friends from his world.
Still, that's a huge level of manipulation that has her mind whirling. The level of technology alone needed to do something like that is way beyond her understanding.]
That's... [What does she even say? She exhales in a rush and shakes her head.] Insane. [A disbelieving laugh.] It's absolutely insane. They just gave you entirely new memories and shoved you in like actors in the world's craziest reality show.
[She sort of doesn't want to ask, but:] How much of 'you' do you remember? Anything? Or, can you not even trust that...?
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[Miu goes quiet, watching Shuichi with a steady, critical gaze as if picking him apart.]
...Have you embraced the new 'you'? I mean... This 'you' that you are now, are you satisfied with it? Can you accept yourself and be happy with who you've become?
[Miu nods] Then...I wouldn't worry too much about it. It doesn't matter much who you 'used' to be so long as you like who you're becoming. And if you don't, then change.
[Like it's that simple?? Well, yeah. Miu runs a hand through her hair, turning it all over in her head again.]
How... Ah, how are you doing? [She frowns a little, brow furrowing in concern.] Do you have someone to talk to about all of this stuff? I don't think they really have therapy in a place like this, but...
...I've discussed it with a few people. Like Kirigiri-san. Ah—our killing game wasn't actually the first of its kind. It was supposedly the fifty-third. I don't know if that's true, but there are definitely people here who participated in two similar games. So there's... some common ground there.
It's—hard to talk about the extent that our memories were manipulated, though. I haven't even mentioned the videos to Ouma-kun or Momota-kun, so please don't bring that up with them.
[ Things he's pretty sure neither of them need to know: That it's possible their past selves were really excited to participate in a killing game. It's probably not true anyway. ]
[Though she says nothing, there's another noise of mixed shock and disgust as h mentioned fifty-third. That's it, she's taking every one of them back to her world or something because what the actual fuck.]
Ah-- Sure. I'm sure it's all confusing enough. I won't say anything. [A pause and she adds] Thank you...For telling me, I mean. I' sure it's... really, really rough to talk about.
Well, even if I might not understand a whole lot about it, you're free to vent to me any time. Sometimes it's easier that way.
[She's quiet for a moment, figuring the journal would also help there if he ever needs to get his thoughts and feelings out in a constructive manner. Looking to lighten the atmosphere a little, she eyes his hat.]
But you can't wear the hat when you do. I'm not sure I'd be able to take you seriously. I'd keep expecting you to suddenly start calling me 'Watson' or something.
That's-- [Miu coughs a little, ears turning red.] That's... Sweet.
Aha, sorry, you caught me a little off-guard with that one. I didn't expect Saihara-san to suddenly be so smooth... [RIP Saihara, you're just too easy to tease.]
[ Fortunately or unfortunately, he assumes she's just teasing him, and while his face still reddens a bit automatically, he sighs and brushes it off. ]
A-Anyway... Thank you for the hat. And the other things. I'm sorry I didn't... ah, actually, I could still give you something in return, if you like.
[Miu pushes herself up and out of the chair, laughing under her breath as she smooths out her clothes and brushes herself off.] You make it too easy.
[The offer gives her pause though and her expression softens to something more genuine.] It's okay, don't feel obligated or anything. Teasing you like this is reward enough.
But-- No, really, it's fine. I'm just glad you liked it. And... Just having someone around I can talk to about things is a big enough gift. I won't demand anything more.
[She watches him in amusement, about to point out that it kind of defeats the purpose when he's just going to give her a gift from stuff he already has. Not that she actually cares or minds, but she can't resist the urge to tease him sometimes.
The comments die when he hands her the scarf though. Not that he'd know, of course, but she's always kind of had a particular fondness for scarves for whatever reason. She takes it, a bit surprised, and turns it over in her hands.]
Oh... [She smiles a little and shakes her head] Thank you. I like scarves, actually. [She unties it and wraps the scarf around her neck, turning in a motion very practiced and poised and smiles. She's definitely showing off and posing.]
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She picks at the buttons though with an overly-critical look] Which this isn't that far off from. [Rude.] This is a terrible outfit though. Did he really wear this all the time?
[She's mostly just putting it down to cover her own embarrassment now though.]
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Which, speaking of again--] By the way... Why? Not about the clothes, I mean... Why did they lock you guys up to do this thing to begin with? What's the point?
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Is that a joke? [But she knows it's not, which makes it even worse] What kind of world did you come from where people think that's entertainment? I'm an entertainer. That's just--
[She knows, too, that she doesn't have to say these sorts of things, he surely knows it already that it's sick and twisted and terrible. But she's angry on their behalf anyhow.]
And I thought where I came from was bad enough... [Is it worse to be manipulated into murder, or manipulated into suicide? She's not sure that's a debate she wants to have.]
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[ This is maybe sharing too much, since he's not sure Ouma passed on this part, but it turns out the appeal of being able to actually talk about it rather than skirting around it or outright lying in casual conversation is too much to resist. ]
Supposedly, our entire identities were fabricated for the show. Our memories were definitely manipulated. There's... nothing to say that any part of what we remember about the world or ourselves actually happened in reality.
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Still, that's a huge level of manipulation that has her mind whirling. The level of technology alone needed to do something like that is way beyond her understanding.]
That's... [What does she even say? She exhales in a rush and shakes her head.] Insane. [A disbelieving laugh.] It's absolutely insane. They just gave you entirely new memories and shoved you in like actors in the world's craziest reality show.
[She sort of doesn't want to ask, but:] How much of 'you' do you remember? Anything? Or, can you not even trust that...?
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They showed us a video, at the end. Of who we used to be before. If it was real... that's definitely not me anymore.
And I guess if it was fake it isn't either. So. No.
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...Have you embraced the new 'you'? I mean... This 'you' that you are now, are you satisfied with it? Can you accept yourself and be happy with who you've become?
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[Like it's that simple?? Well, yeah. Miu runs a hand through her hair, turning it all over in her head again.]
How... Ah, how are you doing? [She frowns a little, brow furrowing in concern.] Do you have someone to talk to about all of this stuff? I don't think they really have therapy in a place like this, but...
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It's—hard to talk about the extent that our memories were manipulated, though. I haven't even mentioned the videos to Ouma-kun or Momota-kun, so please don't bring that up with them.
[ Things he's pretty sure neither of them need to know: That it's possible their past selves were really excited to participate in a killing game. It's probably not true anyway. ]
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Ah-- Sure. I'm sure it's all confusing enough. I won't say anything. [A pause and she adds] Thank you...For telling me, I mean. I' sure it's... really, really rough to talk about.
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[ He takes a deep breath and exhales it slowly. ]
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[She's quiet for a moment, figuring the journal would also help there if he ever needs to get his thoughts and feelings out in a constructive manner. Looking to lighten the atmosphere a little, she eyes his hat.]
But you can't wear the hat when you do. I'm not sure I'd be able to take you seriously. I'd keep expecting you to suddenly start calling me 'Watson' or something.
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You probably should have expected that. It's okay though, I'll probably only wear the hat for special occasions.
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Aha, sorry, you caught me a little off-guard with that one. I didn't expect Saihara-san to suddenly be so smooth... [RIP Saihara, you're just too easy to tease.]
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It's okay, Saihara-san, you don't have to hide your true feelings from me. I'm flattered, really!
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A-Anyway... Thank you for the hat. And the other things. I'm sorry I didn't... ah, actually, I could still give you something in return, if you like.
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[The offer gives her pause though and her expression softens to something more genuine.] It's okay, don't feel obligated or anything. Teasing you like this is reward enough.
But-- No, really, it's fine. I'm just glad you liked it. And... Just having someone around I can talk to about things is a big enough gift. I won't demand anything more.
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[ Presents left from when cupid-Santa had been shooting people. He moves to retrieve a bag from under his bed. ]
Um, you don't have to take it if you don't like it, I can find you something later too, but maybe this?
[ What he holds out to her is a blue scarf, tied with a ribbon. It's not fancy, but it seems soft and warm. ]
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The comments die when he hands her the scarf though. Not that he'd know, of course, but she's always kind of had a particular fondness for scarves for whatever reason. She takes it, a bit surprised, and turns it over in her hands.]
Oh... [She smiles a little and shakes her head] Thank you. I like scarves, actually. [She unties it and wraps the scarf around her neck, turning in a motion very practiced and poised and smiles. She's definitely showing off and posing.]
How does it look?
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