[Oh, wow, he's politely listening. Mitarai has to go for it, then. He puts his hand on his own chest.]
I was the Apprentice of Anime. Ever since I was young, I've studied many animation techniques... and eventually refined my talent to the point of brainwashing. It wasn't like I wanted to do more than give people hope and improve the world... until Enoshima Junko stole my techniques. To make a very long story short, the entire world was plunged into despair, darkness - similar to the ravages of D-756, right down to the mutual killing games. That's why the Future Foundation formed to protect humanity from complete destruction, many people who supported my techniques wholeheartedly and used their own talents with similar determination. As the terrorist attacks continued despite all our apparent short-term victories, we began to consider a last resort: the Hope Video. I knew such an extreme peacekeeping measure would violate free will, so I hesitated for a long time... until Chairman Tengan lost hope in his own organization and put us into the Final Killing Game.
[This is actually more detail than he's told any other one person. Mishima just is listening a lot.]
I was remembering all this in bits and pieces as the course at Fayflower continued to demonstrate how hard it is for people to resist a despair-inducing psychosomatic stimulus. It really seemed like D-756 would take root in any universe, claiming too many lives for my comfort even if some are immune. Finally the administration offered the opportunity to send a message, and I wanted to spread that hope everywhere...
Waver Velvet-san didn't matter to me anymore. The trust of my friends who had supported me all this time - I threw it all away. I was [it's hard to pick a word. He's running out of energy] wrong.
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I was the Apprentice of Anime. Ever since I was young, I've studied many animation techniques... and eventually refined my talent to the point of brainwashing. It wasn't like I wanted to do more than give people hope and improve the world... until Enoshima Junko stole my techniques. To make a very long story short, the entire world was plunged into despair, darkness - similar to the ravages of D-756, right down to the mutual killing games. That's why the Future Foundation formed to protect humanity from complete destruction, many people who supported my techniques wholeheartedly and used their own talents with similar determination. As the terrorist attacks continued despite all our apparent short-term victories, we began to consider a last resort: the Hope Video. I knew such an extreme peacekeeping measure would violate free will, so I hesitated for a long time... until Chairman Tengan lost hope in his own organization and put us into the Final Killing Game.
[This is actually more detail than he's told any other one person. Mishima just is listening a lot.]
I was remembering all this in bits and pieces as the course at Fayflower continued to demonstrate how hard it is for people to resist a despair-inducing psychosomatic stimulus. It really seemed like D-756 would take root in any universe, claiming too many lives for my comfort even if some are immune. Finally the administration offered the opportunity to send a message, and I wanted to spread that hope everywhere...
Waver Velvet-san didn't matter to me anymore. The trust of my friends who had supported me all this time - I threw it all away. I was [it's hard to pick a word. He's running out of energy] wrong.