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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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Is there more?
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"... If you're tired, I think I'll be fine. As fine as possible, given the circumstances."
But, well, he is going to tell him. He's not supposed to hide these things, is he?
"One of the other two doors is guarded by that man who outed me. You... wouldn't get anything from it, I believe. It would have just circled back here, or... maybe you would have ended up there if I hadn't told you everything. I'm not sure."
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Then the third? I should go back there?
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Marco is visibly, audibly nervous about this, but... Right now, he's trying very hard to remember that Adrien doesn't want him to just make himself palatable.
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[he attempts a smile]
Which way, my dear? Or do you just will me there?
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