Marco's Heart

You find yourself in a bright white, circular room. It's nearly empty; too bare, almost clinically so. But the bareness of it means that what is visible here stands out:
A podium in the center, where a familiar figure sits, head buried in his hands. Three paths running from the podium to three different spots near the edges of the room - not corners; circles don't have corners - where three doors leading seemingly nowhere stand with no regard for their complete lack of structural support.
It doesn't take you long to figure out where you are, does it? You only have to decide where to start.

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. . . well?
[waiting for him to lead the way]
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Marco has a look on his face like the way forward is obvious, but he's not going to say that. He just starts following the scent and makes sure Mithrun is following.
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"... Ah, right. So this is..."
It feels... really strange to do this given the way things have worked for everyone else here, but Marco decides to just open the door and step inside - where Agnes is waiting at the counter, wearing clothes that must have been outdated even on the day this originally happened.
Also, she's almost definitely standing on a crate or a chair.
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Oh. You're here.
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"... Well," Marco starts after a few seconds of silence, "That seems a little unnecessary, to be honest."
Though he's clearly at a bit of a loss, he turns to Mithrun and tells him:
"This is where we first met. Agnes and I."
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. . .
You could—tell me more about how you. Became friends?
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"Did you... notice the smell?"
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"In the back," Agnes says.
"This is relevant," Marco adds in a hurry.
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"So, er. As, as you might have also guessed, I was... very hungry when I wandered in here. And I didn't speak the local language very well yet."
"He looked like a stray dog," Agnes adds bluntly.
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"... Mithrun is absolutely correct." Agnes stares unblinkingly at Marco, who seems caught off-guard by the observation even though she is, by all accounts, just some part of his own head. She continues, "I'm hardly as 'human' as you prefer to pass yourself as. Had I not earned your trust, you would see me as a monster. Wouldn't you?"
Marco's expression falls.
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Make something—monsterous, other. Anyone that falls in that category can be vilified.
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"But he did it to himself."
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"Maybe?"
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[but he takes a breath and shakes his head to clear it, straightening a bit]
We're . . . affected, by the things that happen to us. And the world around us.
I used to think—things about tallmen, humans, and other shorter-lived races that just. Simply aren't true. Things about myself, and other elves, too. I didn't—come to those conclusions on my own. They were taught to me, and demonstrated, and . . . reinforced.
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Do you?
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let's pretend i got the formatting right up there
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