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Was the only thing that the Doctor's NTP (Non-Existent Thought Process) was able to send to him as he felt his body beginning to deteriorate from a lack of an opponent, so utterly confused. It had nothing to release itself on, and as the Doctor's body returned to its normal state he felt something. Strange… His tired mind thought simply to itself as he felt something on him. He felt a hand. His eyes looked over, seeing her, his mouth completely unmoving. I didn't even.. Get to see… the results… of the stress test…[i] was all he could think, as suddenly Onikagahi clamped down around him, gripping onto his 'soul'. [i]My soul… Humph. Like that has any value… like that means anything… He thought cynically to himself, though with good reason. The Doctor had long ago foregone the conclusion that he could not have a soul, with how corrupted he was. If he did, therefore, it wasn't worth mentioning. I lost. I lost completely. Why is she keeping me here. Why won't she just let me die. Why can't she just let my spirit pass and finally have some rest from this puzzle that I couldn't figure out. he thought grumpily to himself. He was truly irritated, not with her, but with himself. My tools… They weren't enough… They weren't nearly enough… Was the final conclusion of that fraction of his mind that had been processing everything about Nozomi told him.
He felt the strength return, but felt no need to use it. He felt empty, without drive. He felt what felt like sunlight, and pure curiosity of his current location encouraged him to sit up straight from his face-down position on the ground, looking at the three doors that led to nowhere. Picking one means d@mning the others… potentially. He thought preemptively to himself. He didn't know if that was actually the case, but felt that at some point it would likely come to that. After all, who in their right mind creates such a strange space and allow s for the person to pick all three roads? Simply… insane. It was then that his ears registered the presence of the girl not six feet away from his own body. He didn't reply, merely continuing to look at the doors behind her. "A present…" He muttered simply, listening to her as she began to speak. "Ms. Nozomi, not of this dimension… 10% chance. In which case, I'm afraid I must use your own name, as it is the only thing that you maintained from your old space, if indeed that is where you came from." He said, almost disappointingly, before beginning to slowly stand up.
"...There are two things." He stated, holding up his fingers. "First is your "gift of Knowledge". I will take it, but not because of the gift itself. You seem to have enjoyed breaking me down, and denying me the pleasure of breaking you down in return. It is not the end result that matters to me. Not in the slightest. Facts are just facts." He said, reaching his hand up to his eyes for a moment before realizing that his glasses were not there for him to take off. "… The only reason that I have for living is in finding out new things. If I had everything given to me, I would lose all of my reason for life. The journey is the most important part, finalized with the goal of the truth. The Truth always raises more questions than it answers, leading to my indefinite continuation of reason to exist.." He explained, not really caring what she thought at this point. She had broken him down, so he was free to say or do anything he pleased. "However… Despite your gift, you've made me go through a journey for it, a choice. That's why I will accept it." He finished, before looking at her at last.
"Also, a present… When you get a present… You just get curious. There is no reason to be curious about the content of a neatly wrapped box. Humans are strange beings… They have a surge of guilt after they rip the wrapping paper in pieces that so much thought was given into in order to get what's inside. That feeling…" He paused for a moment, stopping before the farthest Left door, the door farthest from the hand where he held Hebi, the cursed facet of his existence. "I have never experienced… It is totally different when you rip apart the present or a living thing., to find out what's inside of them." He muttered simply, laying his hand upon it as she spoke to him. He looked at the doorknob, feeling ever so slightly torn in his mind. "You know all too well that I could attempt to summon my familiars and open all the doors… I don't know enough about you. I don't know if you will take away this chance from me because I have experienced doubt about the right path, or remove this chance…" He stated simply, looking at the Door that he was holding, before suddenly laughing as he let go of it.
"At this point, that doesn't matter though! The loser gets no say over the actions of the winner; that I expect anything at all is a blatant lie!" He stated, as he closed his eyes. "There's no downside to letting it influence my decision; but it could perpetuate the saturation of my curiosity. Therefore I'll have it completely change my decision and find it instead, if it can be found." He stated simply, releasing the handle of the door as he reached his hands behind his head, gripping his cowl and dragging it over his eyes. Show me… He thought to himself, placing the yellow eyes of the cloak that had appeared with his body in front of his own gaze. Why had his cloak rematerialized with his body? It was made of his flesh. It was a part of him just as Hebi was; a bionic component. He opened his eyes, feeling the effect of his cloak emerging as he Saw the World For What It Was. He looked around in every direction, and attempted to find this door. If that didn't work, he would look at her.
"Will you give me any other information about this door at all? Or am I free to employ any methods to find it?"
"...I have my suspicions… But I really have on way of verifying them, or much else in this space… As you have just so finished telling me…" He told her simply inreply, his hands reaching up and grabbing the edges of his cloak as he pulled it down from his head, his eyes opening once more to look at her, his yellow orbs inquisitive, having returned to his normal self, the agitation having faded.
Well I'm in a space where no energy is possible… No chaos energy, no madness, no reiatsu, no reiryoku… He reflected to himself, before blinking. "We're in the mental plane… Otherwise I would be dead right now. Very, very dead…" He concluded at last, slowly blinking. She confirmed his statement, to which he clutched at his own cloak, his mouth opening as he laughed, as if trying to contain himself.
"So I'm definitely in the space that I was longing for access to this entire time, but was not permitted within. That irony…" He finally ceased his laughing, looking up at her. "You most definitely satisfy me…" He concluded at last, before tilting his head at her, feeling her suddenly change the doors. "Yes, much more interesting… If not more distracting…" He stated, as he closed his eyes, suddenly sinking to the ground, taking a deep breath.
...The world around me is an illusion… He thought simply, his spiritual presence not currently able to be felt even by himself within his meditative state. ...There are four paths… He continued this line of thought, as within his mind's eye he attempted to visualize the area that she had presented to him, seeing the three doors, the flat expanse, the clear sky. There are three plain 'choices' that appear to me. He continued, his observance focusing in on the three doors. However. There are not three 'things' in this space.[/I ]He continued this thought process, as the observance began to flow outwards from the doors, zooming out as he looked at the entire space. [i]There are five. There are the three doors, yes… He continued to think, as within his mental eye emerged Nozomi, and at last, himself. My mind is rigged in an illusion. He continued to think to himself, reflecting on his own presence in this space, before finally looking over at Nozomi's, within the eye of his mind. There is a sixth possibility, the entire scape around me being a path. He concluded his list of possibilities, as at last he looked at everything from the total space, as his eyes slowly opened wide, an excited look on his face.
"My own presence… I feel plainly." He stated his thought process, as he began to eliminate the possible choices. "Looking within myself, this mind of mine that is stuck in your illusions is still my mind. It shouldn't have facts about you for a path for me to follow…" He continued, taking a step forwards. "The three doors made apparent are three other choices, but are either themselves a red herring or conceal the fourth path. However, to conceal a path defeats the point of making it available to the one seeking it, making it highly unlikely…" HE continued, taking another step. "That leaves two things, this space," He began to wrap up, gesturing to the space all around them. "Specifically, the shattering and demolition of this space. That is a path through from here into the rest of your mind… But you have removed all capability for me to do that, unless again it is hidden within this space. Again, unlikely due to my lack of resources…" He finished, stopping in front of her.
"However, that's not one of the two things." He stated, lifting his own arms to his sides in a gesture of a shrug. "The first of the two things is actually the space behind me." He continued, looking right at her. "That space that no living being can normally see… That space that your magnificent eyes can most likely observe, but other beings cannot… the "blind spot" of the eyes and the mind." He concluded, his arms dropping down to his sides before her. "That leaves one thing, and the thing with the highest chance of it being true." He finalized, looking directly at the woman in front of him. "That would be… you." He finally let out, feeling as if a building weight had been lifted off of his chest. He wasn't certain that he was right; after all, he'd already listed other possibilities, but none of them seemed as likely as this.
"Within this space, you created four objects." He explained, one of his hands subconsciously pressing against the stomach of his cloak, as if searching for something. Not even something that he himself was aware of. "The three doors, and yourself. That left my mind to be presented with these things, and you stated that there were certainly four paths." He concluded his reasoning, his hands lifting up in front of her. "Therefore, the thing with the highest chance of being the fourth path is the thing which completes the four things created… though in that case… the part which I see no way to figure out is how, exactly… to access that path…" At last, he was done, his reasoning finished, as he fell silent, focusing his entire attention on the being in front of him, awaiting the reply…
The Doctor's mental state was most certainly in a strange place. To be perfectly honest, he was once again observing. The idea of the doors was tempting, very much so, and he had already made observations about each, wanting to know just what they meant. However, they were offered information, something that he wouldn't have to try with to succeed at. "Lying is unbecoming within one's own mind…" He stated simply, in response to her telling him that he was a clever man. "Certainly." He told her in reply, his own hand reaching out and gripping onto her own.
The honest truth was that this was twicefold. The first was that she obviously wanted for him to do this. For whatever reason, this was what she wanted. And doing what she wanted most certainly would result in the Doctor being able to observe her more. That was the Doctor enjoyed the most; finding his own conclusions. He believed himself to be nothing more than a mere tinkerer, and that if he ever got his hands on real science then he'd most likely not know what to do with it. The same was true of the present situation. He knew, was comfortable with information he gathered himself. He knew everything about the information, how it came to be, why it came to be that way… not so for information that was given to him. No matter how it was received, it wouldn't be the Doctor's. He didn't think that he could ever understand the workings of someone who was apparently as intelligent as she was, so he was going to have to go his own, normal, slow pace.
"I choose the only path that I can… for it is the one that was always chosen." He explained to her as he gripped onto her hand, and awaited whatever else was going to occur. No matter what it was, he truly had no reason not to do it. The temptation of the other doors was strong, certainly, but again. This was all her space. She plainly wanted for him to go down this path… Therefore she must have had something planned for it. There were a variety of things that could go wrong if he were to attempt one of the other doors. However, this path she herself had custom laid out for him with a greater amount of thought. Therefore, he figured that at least slightly, this path must have something that he was supposed to see.