He was on a boat. It had taken him a day to realize this.
At first Makishima just thought himself to be dead, floating down the river sticks towards whatever the after life held in store for persons like himself. A third of a day spent with eyes shut and thoughts serene. Should one feel pain in the after life? This was more purgatory than any sort of final destination. His body ached, wounds stung and itched with hot infection. He heard the gun go off in his memories, all he had left of the life he'd lost; an old fashioned sound that he'd grown used to from all the time he'd spent in Senguji's company. The Sibyl System wouldn't have his mind in this life as it had been blown to bits by the one he'd deemed worthy of destroying it.
These were the thoughts he had as he faded in and out of consciousness. Perhaps he'd never truly woken up at first, but then he heard a door. A metallic groan followed by a long scrape. Then a notable pause followed by more scraping. Finally a strong clank. Mind that had been basking in calm serenity was swiftly being invaded by countless questions to which he had not yet discerned any answers. Makishima realized in this moment he was breathing, actually breathing and not just the memory of breathing. He became fully aware of his body and the pains it still felt. There was a pressure on his wrists and his ankles.
What were the most important questions? Why was he alive, where was he, and who was there with him. He could reason that Sybil had not gotten a hold of him or his brain. Had they he would no longer have a body to be feeling no doubt. Then if not Sybil...
Kogami Shinya.
If that man had truly kept him alive then there was a reason of great importance. Makishima felt his toes and fingers tingling. His heart gave a flutter of silent excitement. Until he had better bearings on his situation it would be best to keep up the appearance of unconsciousness. Breaths remained even and slow, eyelids still, body relaxed not stiff in any way.
This was how, given hours of speculation, the captive came to realize he was on a boat. A house boat to be exact. It didn't sway in quite the same way a boat or even yacht would. There was more weight to its subtle shifting to and fro. The sensation, although faint, helped him focus and stay relaxed.
Makishima heard the sizzle of food cooking. The scent of smoke, from the food and from cigarettes. Those cigarettes were Kogami's without a doubt. Soft grunting signaled what he assumed to be a daily work out regimen. This brought a new question of importance, how long had he been unconscious? More time passed. Running water from a tap, then a toilet, then a shower head with unknown stretches of time between each. He'd tried to keep count of the minutes but found it not to his liking. There were too many sounds he would rather focus on.
The fluttering of a book's pages being turned. That sound was Makashima's undoing as he could no longer sit back with curiosities reigned in. He'd weighed his options and decided it would be unfortunate for things to end pre-maturely. What if Kogami thought him comatose? Surely not...he was only thinking such a thought to further encourage his desire to do as he wished and ask his questions. Baring in mind of course that Kogami still might not give him any answers.
Such excitement was well worth any risk.
Slowly, Makishima slid his eyes open and as he did so a dull flickering light from kerosene lantern flooded his vision forcing long closed eyes to adjust to the brightness. Blinking several times to clear the spots, by the time his sight regulated moments later Kogami was standing beside him. Piercing gaze bore into him.
"We have so much to discuss now that the night belongs to us alone and no one else," Makishima rasped, realizing his mouth was dry only now that he'd parted his cracked lips to speak.