"You really don't know how you got here? None of you do?" Kaiji let that little factoid sink in over a bite of the comparatively insignificant amount of meat that he had procured. "Even though it wouldn't make sense, I guessed that it was about the same for everyone. But if it was what I remember, you'd know." His expression shifted unpleasantly as another thought hit him: "Everyone would be more pissed off than confused, too."
Kaiji wasn't even going to try to touch the whole time and memory thing. That was all so far over his head that even attempting to piece it together and forcing it to make sense seemed like a bad idea. Was it important? Maybe. Vital? Not really. Not to him and not right now, at least.
"The reason for this place is pretty easy to figure out." Elementary, dear Usopp. The great Detective Kaiji was all over this shit. "I mean, you've heard the way that guy talks at night, right? There's no way you could miss it." The crazy moonlight rantings of a madman. It was about exclusively what Kaiji's theory was based upon, aside from personal experience with batshit insane rich guys who liked cutting people apart. Thinking about it made his blood boil and he began to speak more quickly. "There are people like that out there, you know, he's probably living out someone's dreams right now." He thought for a moment about what he had dealt with where he was from, then elaborated: "They usually go after the kind of people who they figure no one will miss" -he was referring to himself- "so that no one in the public catches them. They can get away with doing whatever they want. Isn't that what everyone wants? Being able to do anything?"
Now, Kaiji didn't want to assume that everyone here was the kind of person that could go missing or die without anyone even blinking over it, but they were the easiest targets. "There are a lot of different kinds of people here," perhaps most disturbingly of all, "it's how you know that the guy who runs this place knows what he's doing."
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"You really don't know how you got here? None of you do?" Kaiji let that little factoid sink in over a bite of the comparatively insignificant amount of meat that he had procured. "Even though it wouldn't make sense, I guessed that it was about the same for everyone. But if it was what I remember, you'd know." His expression shifted unpleasantly as another thought hit him: "Everyone would be more pissed off than confused, too."
Kaiji wasn't even going to try to touch the whole time and memory thing. That was all so far over his head that even attempting to piece it together and forcing it to make sense seemed like a bad idea. Was it important? Maybe. Vital? Not really. Not to him and not right now, at least.
"The reason for this place is pretty easy to figure out." Elementary, dear Usopp. The great Detective Kaiji was all over this shit. "I mean, you've heard the way that guy talks at night, right? There's no way you could miss it." The crazy moonlight rantings of a madman. It was about exclusively what Kaiji's theory was based upon, aside from personal experience with batshit insane rich guys who liked cutting people apart. Thinking about it made his blood boil and he began to speak more quickly. "There are people like that out there, you know, he's probably living out someone's dreams right now." He thought for a moment about what he had dealt with where he was from, then elaborated: "They usually go after the kind of people who they figure no one will miss" -he was referring to himself- "so that no one in the public catches them. They can get away with doing whatever they want. Isn't that what everyone wants? Being able to do anything?"
Now, Kaiji didn't want to assume that everyone here was the kind of person that could go missing or die without anyone even blinking over it, but they were the easiest targets. "There are a lot of different kinds of people here," perhaps most disturbingly of all, "it's how you know that the guy who runs this place knows what he's doing."