(A)Live in Monoworld's Game [Mariko x Taro FTE Chapter 3]

Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste....


His stepsister, Elizabeth, was a child prodigy when it came to musical instruments.  She could play anyone she wanted.



I've been around for a long, long year.  Stole many man's soul and faith.


When his father married her mother, she feared that, because she was eleven years older than him, Taro would reject her.



I was round when Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt an pain.

Though she tried, Taro was still traumatized and still not speaking after his first of many plane crashes and Elizabeth was simply not getting through.



Made sure the Pilate washed his hands and sealed his fate.

The one thing that eventually got through to Taro was teaching him piano.  He saw it as beauty in a world of chaos and destruction.  The calming tones that echo'd through the sounds of silence into a moving experience.  Elizabeth taught him everything she knew.



Please to meet you, hope you guessed my name.

So, one can understand that he didn't stop playing the piano after he witnessed Elizabeth's death while trying to escape the fire in the department store.  He watched, with his impressionable eight year-old eyes, how people didn't even notice that they were crushing a woman to death while fleeing for their own selfish reasons.  


But what's troubling you is the nature of my game.

Taro wasn't bitter.  He wasn't livid.  He wasn't even sad.  He accepted the darkness of humanity several times through each disaster.  He accepted that everyone in his family was expendable.  Though Elizabeth's gift, the skill of the piano, is the one time Taro truly feels some sort of feeling that has never reared it's beautiful head since three:  Happiness.  

Taro stopped playing the organ when he heard someone enter through the church, recognizing the footprints as Mariko's.

Though that small ounce of happiness eventually had to end.  Songs have to end.  That was inevitability.  Inevitable as the tears that shed during Taro's performance of a happy song to lift the spirits of the funeral goers at Elizabeth's final resting place.  Not tears of sadness, but tears of reminiscence.  The joys she brought.  The melodies she played.  They had to end.  That was the inevitability.  

"Mrs. Nakazawa.  The second person on my list of people I need to have conversations with."

Inevitability.  It baffles Taro why nobody understands that concept.  The concept that is morally ingrained at birth, yet passed over like the crippled man, who only wants change for a warm resting place.  Even after their chat that Taro and Mariko will share, Mariko still won't understand the concept of inevitability.  Even after seven dead corpses, she still doesn't understand it.  She might claim so, but that naive persona everyone hides behind in order to deny the basic construct of human life.  Inevitability.

"I believe you took something very valuable away from me and I would really want it back.  So, I'm only going to ask this once."

Everything's inevitable in this world.

Taro pulls out a handgun that he had kept in his jacket and pointed it straight at Mariko's brain.

Even when inevitability is the main purpose of human existence, there still is the secondary goal; Humanity is meant to use that valuable time not on seeking thrills like those fucking YOLOers like Saoirse thought it was for, but for making sure every single move you make is carefully thought out to make the impact humans want to make in this world.

"You stole my patience and made me use force.  Any attempt to flee and I will kill Root.  And I won't make it peaceful.  You will answer all my questions honestly and to your fullest ability.  Are we clear?"

Every.  Single.  Move.  Carefully.  Thought.  OUT!