Fandom: Detective Conan
Bad Guy: Gin
Theme: #18—touch my scars
Disclaimer: Own Detective Conan, I do not. Own the characters, Gosho Aoyama does. Making money off them, I am not. Borrow and write about them, I merely do. Talk like Yoda, I must.
Summary: It was all perfectly ridiculous.
The prison psychiatrist was trying to ask him question. But he had no interest in answering any of those queries. This stranger sought to pick his brain, find the various pieces that made him work, the things that made him the way he was, and then put it all together to come up with a whole picture of what made him tick.
How perfectly asinine.
He sat back in his chair, regarding the stranger with an icy, emotionless look. This was pointless, a complete waste of his time. He didn’t care a whit for this stranger’s time, though. It was the stranger’s fault they were there in the first place. Let him waste his time here.
And let him draw whatever conclusions it was that he wanted to arrive at.
The stranger obviously believed there was something wrong with him. That in itself was patently ridiculous. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him. He was normal, healthy, and whole. Yet they sought to make him out to be some sort of monster, something inhuman.
They knew nothing.
This alleged doctor couldn’t touch him. He would never even be able to scratch his surface. And even if he did, Gin had already decided that there was no way he—or anyone else—would understand him. These people were idiots.
So he sat and listened to the repeated questions, refusing to so much as twitch a finger.
This was pointless.
PS. Wow, that wound up…short. The socio themes for this were “contemptuous of those who seek to understand them” and “does not perceive that there is anything wrong with them.” There will be crack in the next one. Promise. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!