In a foggy space, Motan 'selves' looked at each other, speechless.
Even though there wasn't an echo, the voice of the pajama-clad Motan saying 'I've finally gone completely fucking insane' still reverberated in their ears. The reason? The sheer impact of the statement, and more than that... it holds a certain truth.
In other words, it's a very credible assumption.
Motan has finally gone completely insane~
As a non-typical schizophrenic, he finally started talking to 'himself' and could even see various versions of 'himself'~
If this isn't insanity, what is?
Thus, the three of them fell into silence simultaneously, starting to ponder whether they had really gone insane and how they ended up going mad just like that.
After about five minutes, the Motan wearing a white tracksuit slowly shook his head, breaking the incredibly bizarre atmosphere, and softly said, "Now's not the time to abandon treatment."
"Does it really matter whether we're insane or not?"
