[ Maruki sees it, clear as day. Hears it, clear as a bell struck once in an empty room. The way he buttons himself up, shifts his own emotions to the side to be what someone else needs in the moment–
It breaks his heart, every time he looks at Akira and feels like he could be looking in a mirror.
But that question needs to be answered first. It's almost comforting to slip into, talk of applying what he knows of cognitive psience to what he knows of this reality. ]
It would be wrong to say that everything that happens to us in this reality is a byproduct of our cognitions, but some things must be. The way the Oracle can extract painful secrets we've never spoken aloud to anyone and put them on display... the wishes we make that manifest into tangible goods and powers. The time a powerful god from a dreamer's reality made his way into this one and tried to wage war on it, and now the doppelgangers taking the shape of people we once knew. [ Maruki scratches at the stubbled line of his jaw, sighs. ] The powers that be here, whatever they are, are the mechanism by which these things happen. But our cognitions are the source.
[ It would be so easy to stay in this realm – the theoretical, the practical.
But that's not why Maruki brought Akira here.
His voice shifts, goes quieter, more honest. ]
If almost anyone else had been with me when that happened... I would have made an excuse to be alone. I can count the people I'd be able to face right now on one hand.
[ And he'd have some fingers left over. ]
You being here is helping me to shoulder this, Kurusu. [ His hands resting over his knees tighten, the fabric of his pantlegs clutching between his fingers. ] You're helping me, right now, just by talking to me. Please understand that.
i should have stayed logged into haruaki
It breaks his heart, every time he looks at Akira and feels like he could be looking in a mirror.
But that question needs to be answered first. It's almost comforting to slip into, talk of applying what he knows of cognitive psience to what he knows of this reality. ]
It would be wrong to say that everything that happens to us in this reality is a byproduct of our cognitions, but some things must be. The way the Oracle can extract painful secrets we've never spoken aloud to anyone and put them on display... the wishes we make that manifest into tangible goods and powers. The time a powerful god from a dreamer's reality made his way into this one and tried to wage war on it, and now the doppelgangers taking the shape of people we once knew. [ Maruki scratches at the stubbled line of his jaw, sighs. ] The powers that be here, whatever they are, are the mechanism by which these things happen. But our cognitions are the source.
[ It would be so easy to stay in this realm – the theoretical, the practical.
But that's not why Maruki brought Akira here.
His voice shifts, goes quieter, more honest. ]
If almost anyone else had been with me when that happened... I would have made an excuse to be alone. I can count the people I'd be able to face right now on one hand.
[ And he'd have some fingers left over. ]
You being here is helping me to shoulder this, Kurusu. [ His hands resting over his knees tighten, the fabric of his pantlegs clutching between his fingers. ] You're helping me, right now, just by talking to me. Please understand that.