...cute. ["Why are people calling him that." But he doesn't ask and instead he just...nods. That's fair.]
Then can we talk about what you're barricading the door from? [There's a frown.] I want to know more about your higher-ups and who's orchestrating this. And...
...I need to make sure I really haven't ever been here before.
...so you did tell him early. [That's his best guess.] I don't get why you guys are getting punished for helping us out. That's what doesn't make sense to me.
[And he knows, but:] The first weekend I was here, I found a note from myself in a closed drawer in a locked room that I don't know was coincidence or someone fucking with me. Or both. Dick's messages have talked about the first group before us, people who couldn't tell if any of this was realistic or real. How do we know what's real and what isn't? The ruins are the key, okay, but what about them?
I get that you can't answer but I'm not going to let more people die if I can help it. So...I'll do whatever I have to do to get some kind of answer of who we're supposed to prove ourselves to. [...] What the hell was that sound when I asked about Carlos? Do you know?
Edited (changes the question in that case) 2019-11-19 04:36 (UTC)
If I knew all of that, I'd tell you, okay? But I haven't been working under the assumption that any of this isn't real. Dying felt pretty fucking real to me.
[a frustrated headshake, there-- not having the answers honestly sucks.]
I can't say for sure about the static, either. Maybe it was because he's on the other side-? Or you really can't check us.
...I can only do a task for something obtainable, right? Then...I don't know, let me break into one of the rooms, I'll do it myself. Or let me complete a task to do checks on the rest of you and see what happened. Something has to give.
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[he sounds briefly fond, there, before he gets serious again and moves on.]
Look, I know as much as you do about what's going on there-- I don't think I can really help you with the exact steps.
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Then can we talk about what you're barricading the door from? [There's a frown.] I want to know more about your higher-ups and who's orchestrating this. And...
...I need to make sure I really haven't ever been here before.
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[that's all he has to say about that!]
...I don't know about that though, Junpei. I know you've got your time travel thing, but-- that's a little beyond me.
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[And he knows, but:] The first weekend I was here, I found a note from myself in a closed drawer in a locked room that I don't know was coincidence or someone fucking with me. Or both. Dick's messages have talked about the first group before us, people who couldn't tell if any of this was realistic or real. How do we know what's real and what isn't? The ruins are the key, okay, but what about them?
I get that you can't answer but I'm not going to let more people die if I can help it. So...I'll do whatever I have to do to get some kind of answer of who we're supposed to prove ourselves to. [...] What the hell was that sound when I asked about Carlos? Do you know?
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[a frustrated headshake, there-- not having the answers honestly sucks.]
I can't say for sure about the static, either. Maybe it was because he's on the other side-? Or you really can't check us.
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