kinda-uncanny:
{ 僞 }His smile grew and he patted the other’s cheek, expression one of chiding that belonged more to a parental figure than a kidnapper. Kose had been asleep— his folly, really, leaving himself so open to being abducted— but then again, he had trusted Kano. The blond always told them not to do that. It was his own fault.
It’s your own fault for trusting me, echoes his mind. The dissonance in his mind’s response was shattering. Where was his guilt, his remorse? He buried his thoughts, favouring the idea of explaining himself instead of dwelling on abstract, stray concepts that eluded him.
"You’re quick, you know? Always asking ‘why’.. It’s charming, but it’s also hilarious how little you know. Hey, this might even be a complete waste of time! But even so.”
He taps the remote against his chest, that quirky expression still in place,
"Even so, it could be worth it.”
Turning from his captive, Kano gestures widely with a hand.
"You see, we’re in a war of sorts. Sometimes, sacrifices must be made to ensure that the side you’re on wins. It’s sort of like a game, but people are involved— and sometimes people die, too. Whoever knows the most wins, you see? Knowledge is power. I gather all sorts of information in all sorts of ways— and I didn’t think you’d take me very seriously if I just asked nicely with no sort of consequences involved.
Let’s move to the first question, shall we, Kose? Who created you?”
Unsettling--that was the word, though it took him quite some time to find it, for the impression that Kano was giving him now, touching his cheek after threatening him. He looked away from the touch quickly, however, feeling ill from it. Was it sarcasm when he said "you're quick"? Kose had only ever heard that word used about him with such a strange tone, explained as "sarcasm"--it was far from something he understood, even now.
He kept his eyes on the ground, slowly processing statements--how little you know, that was certainly truth. He knew nothing about everything, it seemed, and being reminded of that was unpleasant, though he had no argument against it. At his gesture he caught the android's gaze again, those cool orbs watching carefully, trying to listen.
A war--he didn't know that word, but it seemed the deceiver was going to explain it, at least vaguely; a game, where sometimes people die...? That didn't seem to match up with Kose's definition of a game at all, making his lips tense a bit in unhappy curiosity--but he had to keep listening. So he wanted information--but for someone who knew so little, it seemed that providing information would be difficult.
"Created...?" he muttered, pondering the meaning of that--were people usually created? Well, it sounded a bit familiar, but not familiar enough. "I don' think... I understand the question."
