[Upon inspection, the gun looks like Kaito’s card gun, if you’ve ever had the chance to see it. As you pick it up, you see a memory, one filled with anger. He cares about someone who murdered your friends, enough that he’s fine with continuing to give him power - at least, that’s what you’re thinking the entire time you’re speaking to him. Caretaker might be his patron, but shouldn’t the fact that he killed people matter more than that?]
[ His hand tightens around the razor, cutting his hand open, but he doesn't care right now, trying to catch his breath at feeling that memory like that. It'll give him a moment to recover from that, so he'll pass on picking something up right away. ]
[As you pick up the bottle, you see that it doesn’t contain any liquid before you experience twomemories, one right after the other. Perhaps more than any other memory, these fill you with a deep, aching rage. He took advantage of the fact that you were weakened, he lied to you, then he had the nerve to act as though it was in your best interest… Just the thought of it makes you want to scream.
The pillow is perfectly embroidered; regardless, when you pick it up, you feel a surge of anger before being treated to a memory. It’s filled with anger and sadness - you feel betrayed and abandoned. She told you she would be your family, and then she left for months. How can you trust her again after this?
[ He sure is bleeding here. And not letting go of the razor, either. But going for that birthday cake silently. There's no real need to talk about this out loud, right, bros? ]
...She's been abandoned for so long that it's easier too disconnect than reconnect. She get so angry, feels so betrayed by even the slightest things...
[He's rubbing his temples. He has to calm down some. He holds onto the music still.]
It's not about whether someone loves her, it's about how she's practically looking for a reason not to trust people anymore.
The candles on the model of the cake flicker, very much alive and active. As soon as you touch the model, you receive a memory. As the memory progresses, you keep waiting for the other shoe to drop… But when it does, that doesn’t stop it from hurting. You’re so ashamed and embarrassed and angry that it’s hard to speak.]
[As you make your way to the back of the closet, you see a hand mirror laying on the ground. It gives off a slight gleam.
Just standing it near it makes you feel hopeful. There’s a place where everyone can see if you choose to let yourself be seen, a place where people care about you and value you. Even the people who you feel have disappointed you or betrayed you are doing their best, and you know this. They’ve helped show you that not everyone will leave you behind.]
[As you take hold of the mirror, its light shines towards the wall. Gradually, you can make out what looks to be a door. You feel very strongly that you should take the mirror with you should you choose to enter.
Will you go through, or will you explore the room more?]
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Guess I can understand why she's so angry all the damn time.
[...Throw pillow? Throw pillow.]
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The pillow is perfectly embroidered; regardless, when you pick it up, you feel a surge of anger before being treated to a memory. It’s filled with anger and sadness - you feel betrayed and abandoned. She told you she would be your family, and then she left for months. How can you trust her again after this?
Coyote is now bleeding.]
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...She's been abandoned for so long that it's easier too disconnect than reconnect. She get so angry, feels so betrayed by even the slightest things...
[He's rubbing his temples. He has to calm down some. He holds onto the music still.]
It's not about whether someone loves her, it's about how she's practically looking for a reason not to trust people anymore.
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The candles on the model of the cake flicker, very much alive and active. As soon as you touch the model, you receive a memory. As the memory progresses, you keep waiting for the other shoe to drop… But when it does, that doesn’t stop it from hurting. You’re so ashamed and embarrassed and angry that it’s hard to speak.]
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Yeah, well, you don't gotta go saying that out loud. We get it.
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Basically. I don't think we all need to play show and tell with the things we've seen here. We should just find a way to move on.
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Jeez.
[Well, looks like they've at least gotten through the other objects, let's dig into the closet again - there was something back there, right?]
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Just standing it near it makes you feel hopeful. There’s a place where everyone can see if you choose to let yourself be seen, a place where people care about you and value you. Even the people who you feel have disappointed you or betrayed you are doing their best, and you know this. They’ve helped show you that not everyone will leave you behind.]
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Not a good time for introductions, but in case we need it... Coyote.
[ But that welcoming mirror seems like a good place to pick it up. Maybe this is what we need to move on? ]
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But... we can't just ignore this shit, either. Ignoring it isn't gonna do her any good.
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Will you go through, or will you explore the room more?]
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We can ignore it for now. It's up to her if she wants anyone bringing it up - how'd you feel if all your feelings were out on display like this?
Should we keep going? [gestures to the door]
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[A weary sigh.]
Not gonna fight over it, though, let's keep moving.
[IF COYOTE HAS THE MIRROR, he's heading for the door. He's also keeping the music sheets - they seem at least a Little Important.]
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I've had plenty out for display that I'd rather not have been put up there, so I'm not about to drag her dirty laundry out, either.
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