Despite being well illuminated, the room where the consultation will happen has a dark atmosphere, the responsible for this was one of the three individuals inside it. An old lady is sitting in front a desk with a frown on her face, like she hadn't white hair and a fragile appearance she was chained in a chair, she could only move her hands and head.
Time already collect his price on her, but even with this, her dark brown eyes with dark circles under it still sharp. She is wearing a grey prison suit, a glasses with thick lenses and have one metallic accessory on her head, the latter is circling around her forehead and nape. What draws more attention, is her left eye and right arm, both are robotic prostheses.
Entering in the room Maryanne feel pressure coming from the duo in the center of it. Heitor's pressure wasn't directed to her, but even soo, the pressure on her this time is stronger than before, the difference was great, if early was drizzle now is a heavy rain. There Heitor was estaring the old woman in the middle of his speech. "... doctor Silvercliff is here to treat you and you will cooperate". Hearing it the old lady just raised an eyebrow.
"So she is Korvarora...", Though Maryanne.
Maryanne is having a big difficult in breathing on the room, she feel like her guts are compressed, but it wasn't very painful, was more a feeling of emptiness and impotence, she can't think with clarity and her body don't answer well any command that she gives it. Heitor's pair of eyes next to his nape are capable of see Maryanne state, and slowly Heitor presence became more tolerable.
The old lady said in a tired tone, "Oh dear new jailer, where are your manners? First thing first, good morning."
Heitor eyes and mouth didn't moved as he continued staring her for some seconds and said, "I don't need to be polite with a criminal and i aint ne..."
"Why would i need a psychologist? Even if i had a need of one. I won't accept a treatment from your govern.", she seems not even notice that had interrupted him.
A vein appeared on Heitor face, he said with a hoarse voice, "Korvarora your reputation really wasn't exaggerated". Korvarora left eyebrow trembled slightly when he said her name. Heitor looked angry at her, and as his eyes squeezed slightly, he continued, "I have many ways to make you cooperate. But both of we now that."
Korvarora sigh tired and raised her open hand, "I know that can't be telled by my pretty face, but i'm old, in mine situation your punishment methods meaning nothing to me. After all, i will die easy for any of them, whale bath, food deprivation, Shantag Voka, Lava dance, traditional torture ...". Each time that she mentions an item, a finger is lowered. "Death is at my door, you would only help me let her come in. Please tell me that you got me out of my cell for more than listen to this cliché line."
A scarlet light shines on one of Heitor's fists but swifty disappear, putting one hand on his chin and closing the majority of his eyes, he said, "Hm i should have taken in consideration your condition before making mine intimidation".
Seeing Heitor closing his eyes and tapping fingers rhythmically on the table, Korvadora half open eyes for the first time shown one emotion that wasn't fatigue, but surprise, "Officer did the cat eat your ton...". Heitor open his eyes, and murmured loud enough to Maryanne and Korvarora hear it, "Fries, milkshake and Mapinguari ribs on the grill".
"What? Are you nuts? What... why is this famil...", said the old woman with a lost face.
"Ooh! the paper was really wrong and he is my patient?... now something make sense", though Maryanne.
"Fries, milkshake and Mapinguari ribs on the grill are what you appointed as you last meal. At death doors you won't have it, if you don't cooperate." said Heitor.
"Finally using your brain don't you? Even if i live enough to be executed, it's a pity for you that i can eat anything in my least meal, if that means not have to spent one more second from the rest of my life with persons who can only see the shadows", said Korvarora.
"Why someone imprisoned for decades need to worry about last meal menu? Her sentence will change?. For Igrid sakes! Maryanne just stop it.", thought Maryanne.
"I don't know what you mean with 'shadows', but i know that i said early meant. You aren't having any last meal, but, none. Are you feeling cooperative now?", said Heitor.
"Mr Anax! you can't do i...", Maryanne said something for the first time, but couldn't finish it.
"You not have this power", said Korvaroara in a firm tone and clarity in her eyes.
"In normal circumstances that is true, but twenty years working with the law was enough to teach me its loopholes to make this happen." said Heitor.
"This is a bluff", said Korvarora.
Heitor gets up from his chair and said, "Lets see it. Doctor Silvercliff, you don't have a patient here, we are returning", he turns his back to Korvaroara and start to go away. Maryanne nodded and started follow him.
While he was opening the door Heitor heard, "Fine!."
Hearing it Heitor elevates one hand signaling Maryanne to not leave. "Doctor notice me if any problem appear in one of yours sessions". Maryanne nods. Heitor give Korvarora a grave look before turn around to the exit. On his way he heard, "Hey! you better add one beer in mine last meal for this "collaborational behavior""
In the middle of closing the door Heitor looked at Korvarora and grinned, "Didn't you knew? I dont have this Power".
"You dare do this with a ol...".Tahh!. Korvarora pale skin became a bit red seeing what she would call, Heitor's audacity.
Maryanne takes a step back, a deep breath and come near the desk, "Good morning Miss Whiteriver.", she take a seat and continued, "How Mr Anax err... the officer who left introduced me, i'm Doctor Silvercliff and from now on, your psychologist too". Korvarora didn't even budged and maintained her staring at Maryanne.
Smiling in the same you when she forgot her lines on a play on school, Maryanne said, "In your resume is mentioned that you hate live in a reality that no one else can see what the true nature is. I would like to know more about it."
Looking at the statue of her patient, Maryanne held up to not bite her pencil point, pretending don't be intimidated by the imaginary knives stabbings that Korvarora sharp glance give her and said, "Don't wanna talk? It's fine, after all, our first se..".
"Who are you?", said Korvarora.
Maryanne eyes showed confusion as she said, "As i said i am your psy..."
"At this point the great climax has ended and there isn't more big battles. What kind of development is this?". Korvarora turn her face away from Maryanne scratching her head with both hands. "Climax?" said Maryanne. "That bastard not let me have peace even in my last days. A administrative officer in this hole beat me in a discussion, a discussion!. Thirty years of time skip and new characters? This just can be Bullshit. I ask you again, Doctor Silvercliff who are you and what is your function in this history?" in the end of her speak Korvarora returned her look to Maryanne.
"Oh!, so she think that she is a protagonist of one romance?" though Maryanne. She compose herself and said, "I don't know what is my function. What do you think it is ?"
The old lady put one hand on the table and another in her chin and said, "If i'm not overthink all this, what likely i'm, you are here to the prologue have something like the line "she had psychological treatment in the prison.""
"So we are in a book?" said Maryanne.
Korvarora raised one eyebrow and said, "The resume that you received wasn't very detailed don't it? I said line but i don't know what is the kind of media, probably because of the battle theme of this is animated".
"I see...", said Maryanne writing something down on her notebook.
"You really intends to do a consultation? My dear, let don't waste our times. Just write down that we are having progress, after two weeks say that i am fine. While we are in "session" you can update me about the outside. Did Watherball and Thunder Piston recorded a new album? better asking, did they still alive?" said Korvarora.
"This won't a bad idea if wasn't by the fact that this is a interrogation room, even though I asked for privacy, is easy to any officer check our session on the room at our side." said Maryanne.
Korvarora look at the walls around her, in both side she can't see anything that look like a black glass or camera. she said, "Is a interrogation room like this even legal? It's that what she is doing there?"
"I don't know how a interrogation room should be. But Who is she?" said Maryanne.
Korvarora made solen face, as if remember about her past was tiring, she sighed loud and said, "She don't matters, let's just start with this. The sooner we begin the sooner we will end it."
Maryanne felt her butt hurt, she looked around looking for something, she though, "Not even a coffee machine. I should ask Heitor in the future". She try to fit better in her uncomfortable metal chair as she asked, "You said that we live in a fictional history, why do you think this?."
"Why? There are pattern everywhere that explain this, many time in history happened inexplicable events, slaughter and wars just to make our world interessant. Reality molds itself just to amuse some people with nothing to do other than see our suffering". Maryanne can see the hate in Korvarora eyes, she is holding tightly in her chair, slowly she became more calm, "The more they want see, the more it takes to end. I!... i... i got carried away... doctor this is what i think."
"Miss Whiteriver you can become angry if you want. Here is place for you to express yourself freely and feel safe." Maryanne made a half grin, in self mockery, and continued, "Of course, ignoring the fact the someone may be seeing us. But how you realized that you are in a fictional history?"
"I don't believe that i'm really doing this... It was a long time ago, it would take much time to tell, for none of us die in the middle of the history, i will just summarize it", before she started Maryanne said, "There isn't a need to summarize, we still have time"
The old lady with dark circle under her eyes looked at Maryanne, grinned and said, "Alright, the funeral you be your so it's up to you. Was in mine youth that i realized". Now Maryanne can tell that Korvarora eyes isn't looking at her, but the past, quickly the nostalgia in her voice suddenly became fury. "To be more specific, was when i meet the most disgusting, egoist, self centred, fool, attention hog and in need of psychologist, person of my life. He made my youth a hell. Not even time killed my hatred, my hatred for him never came out of my heart"
"Who?", said Maryanne.
Even demonstrating hatred some seconds ago, Korvarora sighed and said in a tired tone, "This world protagonist"