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[selfconcept]

I don't know.

[ And frankly, he doesn't care if it's a part of an experiment or not. ]

It's inconvenient, at the very least. Either way, please reflect on your actions of stressing people around you and I'll let you go.

[tablescraps]

( Instead of answering that, or asking why Hien seems to care, he says, )

Your roommate hasn't told you?

( as he steps away, evidently lost interest in this topic and taken to wandering - his general trajectory, though, seeming likely to carry him toward the casket. )

[selfconcept]

[ Mithrun will be blocked by an invisible wall the moment he takes even two steps away. Sorry, man. Hien knows what you're like... very curious, thorough, motivated to get through a goal-- but he won't let Mithrun. Not this time.

He won't answer him about the roommate and he doesn't seem to be angry about it. ]

You're staying here while I'm talking to you.

[tablescraps]

( He puts his hands up to the invisible wall like a mime, testing the tension gently against his palms. )

Why do you care about the people I'm worrying?

[selfconcept]

[ PvP is surprisingly(?) enabled in this space, but Mithrun might get the feeling that the walls are not breakable. ]

Because you're tanking morale. Just because you don't care doesn't mean nobody else does.

[tablescraps]

What's tanking morale is being trapped in this game. ( He says this with the tone of a verbal shrug. ) I won't take responsibility for that.

( He doesn't really seem to mind the walls being quite impenetrable as he tests them, and doesn't glance back at Hien when he speaks to him. )

Besides, if CC Corp intends to digitize our minds, I don't think it matters much how we feel. Unless policy is to pursue Wagyu beef treatment?

[selfconcept]

[ Hien sighs. ]

... And I thought I was stupider, but no. You really got me beat there. Maybe I should just keep you in captivity here. Make a little morgue with those drawers, putting each player in a casket.

[ No, he wouldn't. He hates keeping people here longer than he needs to. ]

[tablescraps]

So it's not true, in your perspective.

( Hien might extrapolate Mithrun said that specifically to see if he could get a telling answer off Hien, as opposed to asking directly... as he tends to do on occasion.

He glances at the casket... so close (not close at all) but so far (very far). )

Who's in this casket?

[selfconcept]

[ Hien gets it, since he does that sometimes too. Morally questionable guys know their stuff. ]

Whatever is left of your common sense.

[tablescraps]

( He doesn't have any, so that would leave the casket empty. )

Do they display as online or offline?

[selfconcept]

No status.

[ Hien watches Mithrun while peeling a mandarin in his hand. Thoroughly. ]