( hm. this certainly is interesting. she's having a lot of trouble with the concept, isn't she? even when she clearly seems more interested in talking about her deployment than anything else so far. )
I see. ( first things first, make sure she doesn't feel like that's a terrible thing. ) That can be difficult to do, no matter the situation. Most of us wear masks through our day — for example, adopting a different persona at work to project an aura of confidence and reliability.
( it just seems like this girl has went to a more extreme end of that behaviour. )
What do you think will happen if you drop this mask?
Sometimes. ( he's a therapist, but he's only human, okay?
though the real answer... well, that's enlightening, isn't it? his brows raise and the self-deprecating smile fades, compassion and warmth etching into his features. )
[Deep breath, Mukuro. Breathe in 2, 3, 4- hold 2, 3, 4- out 2, 3,
4- hold 2, 3, 4- Repeat- a breathing technique she'd learned during her
aforementioned deployment.
All the same, she could feel a tight squeeze in her chest as she
forced the words out. The coldness and insecurity of her true self slipping
into her expression.]
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I see. ( first things first, make sure she doesn't feel like that's a terrible thing. ) That can be difficult to do, no matter the situation. Most of us wear masks through our day — for example, adopting a different persona at work to project an aura of confidence and reliability.
( it just seems like this girl has went to a more extreme end of that behaviour. )
What do you think will happen if you drop this mask?
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[Snapped out quickly, defensively, just- an attempt to pull the mask back up and be that standoffish, confident Fashionista...
But it quickly fizzled out.
And that got her thinking on his question.]
Someone...the person who asked me to play the part would be disappointed in me.
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Sometimes. ( he's a therapist, but he's only human, okay?
though the real answer... well, that's enlightening, isn't it? his brows raise and the self-deprecating smile fades, compassion and warmth etching into his features. )
And who was that?
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My sister. My- My twin sister.
[Deep breath, Mukuro. Breathe in 2, 3, 4- hold 2, 3, 4- out 2, 3, 4- hold 2, 3, 4- Repeat- a breathing technique she'd learned during her aforementioned deployment.
All the same, she could feel a tight squeeze in her chest as she forced the words out. The coldness and insecurity of her true self slipping into her expression.]
...The real Junko Enoshima.