[Unsurprising, then-- that one of the two 'winners' of the game they're all playing has been here long enough to become something more, something less, something other. At least one. He was hardly the only one, only notable for what he'd managed to accomplish along the way.
Natori waits, inherently understanding that this is the sort of thing that will need to be spoken around, something that needs to be said without looking. Natori studies the miserable little ceiling of his miserable little room as Matoba finds it, leaning back on his hands in consideration.
He turns that over in his mind.]
...A parasite, then? Or a warping... where it was once just the "resort"?
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Natori waits, inherently understanding that this is the sort of thing that will need to be spoken around, something that needs to be said without looking. Natori studies the miserable little ceiling of his miserable little room as Matoba finds it, leaning back on his hands in consideration.
He turns that over in his mind.]
...A parasite, then? Or a warping... where it was once just the "resort"?
And then last month it lashed out.