For a moment you are left sitting there. An awkward, impending air set over the room. You strapped within the flimsy constraints of your chair, the investigator looming over you with his body posture stiff and unmoving. Avoiding eye contact, you don't make any attempts to speak.
Just accepting a situation and embracing it's harsh realities without objection is how you've been able to function lately. And frankly it feels nice to not think. You've been left to do nothing but think for the past couple months upon your arriving here. It's not that you yearned for any sort of social contact. That almost seemed like it would be an annoyance to you.
"(Reader), is it?" Questioned the investigator as he readjusted his tie, which was already perfectly in place.
"Do you guys communicate in the mornings before you come here to make sure you all wear the same color tie?" You ask with fake enthusiasm.
"Not one for introductions, I see. Well my name is… well it doesn't matter, you will only address me-"
"As Sir."
"Yes, and what would you like to be called?"
Your face shifts and almost shows an emotion other than despise. This question had thrown you off. Is he showing me a hint of respect? It was a small triumph to be treated like a normal person, but to you it was such a rarity it almost made you want to smile. Suppressing the urge, you just continue to look at him. Pretending your judgement of him is unchanged.
"Very well, ghoul. I don't need to know the name of something that is such a parasite to this world anyway." He turns away from you as if to dare you to attack from behind. Tsk. To think you would do something so cowardly.
And just like that, you got another feeling of something that wasn't pure hatred from the man. It was as if they had taken a breath and let it go as quickly as they took it in.
Kindness towards you had always been a rarity, but in this place it had disappeared completely. Even if you scanned every corner of this building, from the walls that surrounded you to the chambers whom kept you company, to the bland tiles on the foreground in front of you right now, within all this large ever growing building, within all the blank stares and glove covered hands you had yet to find a single trace of any kindness whatsoever. Yet here in this very room, this room where horrid things had been done to you in order to extract any sort of information, in the most subtle matter, it had been given to you.
"Well let's start with the simple questions shall we?" Declared the investigator, taking his seat across the table from you.
"I've so eagerly waited for this day to come." You said deadpan, not bothering to look up from the spot on the floor you had been studying for the past thirty seconds.
"What else do you have to live for?" Bitterness crossing his voice as he addresses you. Normally a comment like that wouldn't earn a response from you. Perhaps it was the walls helping you lose your sense of a reality, or maybe it was the lack of talking to anyone for weeks at a time that lead you to forget what was socially acceptable for you as a ghoul to say. Either way you find yourself saying things and not just thinking them.
"What does anyone have to live for? The people that surround them? The walls they build around themselves? Existence is a fucking thing given not only to humans! What gives humans the right to say something isn't worth its own existence?!What gives anything the right to think something else isn't worth it own existence. Ghouls are not the only thing that takes from something else to survive! That's all we are trying to do is exist! Is living such a horrible thing? Humans sustain themselves off animals… What deems you guys worthy of devouring animals? What makes ghouls not worthy of devouring?!" You shouted to no one but the walls knowing that the words you say won't affect the man in front of you in any way. You've been shouting at them for weeks on end. You feel as if no matter how loud you shout, no one will ever hear you.
The room settles into a thick, suffocating silence. You've grown to hate silence. It's so definite and obscure, allowing too much time to think. Really that's all silence allows you to do: think. There isn't even a shuffling of feet outside in the hallways to cling to.
"... I'd like to think you could point out the obvious difference between humans and cattle in a field…"
"And what's to say that the differences that separate the two is only chances in how evolution played out?! The strong survive, the weak die. But what if that outcome of who was stronger in the long run was only based on chance?" At this point you're not even understanding your reasoning, but for some reason you are tired of silence, tired of not saying anything, tired of everything. Why try to conceal what you feel anymore?
Again it's the silence… "I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE I CAN'T TAKE THIS!" You're hysterical almost. Feeling the red creeping over your once human eyes you refocus on the floor. Losing control will prove only what they want to see.
"What can't you take?" The investigator asks, probably not feeling sorry for you in the slightest. But that's okay, pity is the last thing you're looking for.
"I don't know? What's the first thing you'd like to hear? How I'm constantly questioning whether my existence is worth it? The silence that consumes all of my life? How I can't even look into an investigator's eyes without longing to have them instead of these curses I was born with? I can't take any of it." You continue to stare. Looking hard, you can even see the specks of dust settling on the floor.
"You can't control what you are… but you along with every other ghoul need to be annihilated. Murder is never justified." He says, folding his hands together on the table as if he's tired of this conversation.
"What even makes anything justifiable? You guys are such assholes. You're so weak, but you act so strong, walking around like you can justify not only your own existence but everyone else's." And with this, you decide you're done with conversing.
"We could very easily say the same about you, walking around, taking others' lives from them to ensure your own."
"..."
"Alright, seems like we are done. There's really no getting through to you is there? You know, life would be a lot easier for you ghouls if you'd just see the truth and fight for the right side." And with that the detective had let the door slam behind him.
