His 暗い veiled 顔. down there on the 洞くつ床, he follows Doppelganger Protocol, and though he would really like to think of something else (right now he feels pressing memories of a random dinner... fish, noodles, while living birds dive too close to his plate, all tinged by the smell of pizza from another part of the restaurant, half-masked by cheap tobacco and the whining smell of his flattening beer)... he maintains discipline, and wills himself only to think of his other self, lying flat on the brass bed back at the Garden of エデン. The two people, both of whom are him, dream each other into (or is that out of) existence.
