Conversation · Kim Kitsuragi

"The way you say those things, Measurehead..." Her adoring eyes rest on the big man. "It's like poetic. So beautiful!"

He's going to live to be five hundred years old.

"Nice tattoos. Did your mom make them?"

"NO." The calm voice comes from high above you.

"IN FACT VISUAL EXPRESSION OF INDIVIDUALITY IS SOMETHING WE ALWAYS PERCEIVED DIFFERENTLY. IT'S A GENERATIONAL CHASM."

Doesn't look like he's humiliated. Or about to beg.

"Measurehead's his own man, doesn't give a fuck what anyone thinks!"

"YOUR ATTEMPT TO PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATE ME HAS FAILED. IT'S TIME YOU RETURN TO YOUR MENIAL MATTERS."

Seems like it isn't working, bröther... maybe you should try talking to other traditionalists instead.

"WALK AWAY, LITTLE OFFICER," he says with a yawn, not even meeting your gaze. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR IMPOTENT RAMBLINGS. THEY'RE BORING ME."

"Stop boring him!" The babe coils a piece of hair around her finger, staring at you like you're the worst.

"What is your problem?!"

The statueesque giant seems to have already forgotten your presence. He's deep in thought, eyes scanning the horizon...

Clearly that wasn't enough. You have to do something drastic to get under his skin and open him up.

Knock him... THE FUCK OUT!

Find common ground with him, ease yourself in there.

He surveys the traffic jam, then turns his eyes back to you. Waiting, prepared...

"But I learned how the reality works!"

You need to get under his skin first... get him to open up somehow.

"Thank god, Jean, you're back!

Lieutenant Kitsuragi gives you a small nod when he sees you step outside. Looks like he's been waiting for you.

"I HAVE RETURNED WITH THE HAM SANDWICH. LOOK, HE IS ALIVE. I HAVE NOT HARMED THIS LITTLE COP."

"That's not why I've come here. I really need to turn back time now." (Continue.)