I'm Not Crazy, I'm Just a Little Unwell

[leekspins]

WHO: Orihime Inoue
WHAT: Managing to find a psychiatrist, Orihime goes for her first and last session. The voice in her head is getting stronger.
WHEN: July 1, 2014 - Afternoon
WHERE: Attleton
NOTES: This will probably be a long log. If you want to skip to the end and read the part where your character can run into her on the street, feel free!


It was a nice office, Orihime thought, as she eased herself into a prone position on the couch. The leather creaked quietly beneath her. Dr. Stone, a man in a nice suit took out a pad of paper and settled in on his knee, tilting it in a way that Orihime couldn't see the notes he made. He made no effort at small talk. Was she supposed to start? Was he still getting ready?

"Is this where I talk about my childhood? Hee hee!" she grinned, cracking a joke to try and hide how nervous she truly was.

The psychiatrist just stared at her until the smile faded from her face, evidently not appreciating her humor.

"You need to take this seriously, Miss Inoue, if what you told me is true. Your symptoms are fairly serious: Disembodied voices--"

"Just the one," Orihime corrected quickly, trying to shrink back from the man's piercing stare.

"...A disembodied voice," he corrected crisply, "hallucinations, and violent thoughts? You may be too far advanced for anything I can prescribe or advance. For your own safety and the safety of others, you may have to consider the very real possibility of a mental institution and a straitjacket." He watched her to see her reaction. She stayed quiet, staring up at the ceiling with a brow furrowed in quiet fear and melancholy. "Do you disagree?"

"...No," she said in a subdued voice.

"Interesting." He made a mark on his notepad. "Most would at least offer some sort of protest, and proclaim vehemently not to be crazy enough to warrant that. Why would you agree so readily?"

"Because I don't want to hurt anybody. If that's what's best, then it's what I'm willing to do."

He quirked his mouth, bobbed his head, and made a few more notes.

Orihime watched him for a few moments. When he didn't say anything further, her worry bubbled up. "Is that what you're recommending?"

"Not yet." He wrote some more.

In a way, she was relieved. He didn't think she was hopeless. ...At least, she prayed that was the case.

Finally he looked up. "When did these symptoms first begin to manifest?"

Orihime exhaled softly. "About two years ago, I think. It was before I came here. A friend of mine took me on an expedition into space. But there was a creature there. An Aeon. We didn't know it was there, and it didn't want us telling anyone, so it abducted us and held us prisoner...tortured us...made us experience day after day of living nightmares." Her fingers laced together on her stomach, and tightened.

"For how long?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "I had no sense of time. I'd estimate about six weeks."

He was staring at her again. It made her uncomfortable, but she said nothing, waiting until he gestured to indicate that she should continue.

"I don't remember much of what happened after that. My body was rotten. If not for the power our sheer will granted us in that city, I probably would have died a long time ago. My friends defeated the creature, and they put me in the hospital until I could recover. I thought, when I woke up, that the worst was over. But I could still hear that voice, telling me awful things. I couldn't use my Bending without the results becoming twisted and monstrous."

"Bending?" he echoed, raising a slim brow.

She paused, glancing back at him. "Oh. Er. In that city, we could shape reality with our willpower. We were supposed to use that power to repair worlds that had their realities damaged, and eventually, create worlds of our own."

His gaze was hooded. "So you were like gods there."

Orihime's face colored. "I...I guess that's one way to view it..."

"Do you believe yourself to be a god, or goddess?"

"No no, definitely not!" she said hastily, starting to sit up. He held up his hand to still her motions, and she paused...then lowered herself down again onto the couch. "We had unique abilities. But I'm still human. And I can't Bend anymore, so it isn't as if I can guarantee an immortal life." She paused, realizing he was writing again, and waited for the sound to stop. "I had to practice Bending a lot for things to start going back to normal. If I tried to create a sandwich, it was moldy and crawling with maggots. Trying to create a watermelon made this horrible monster appear that attacked us. I wanted to stop creating altogether, but my friends insisted that I keep trying. And they were right. I got more control. The voice started to fade after that."

He looked at her, sitting back in his chair. "What did the voice tell you back then?"

Orihime fell silent, her guilt pooling heavily in her gut. She didn't want to repeat what the voice said. If she acknowledged it, it would just get louder, rejoicing in her response.

Tell him.

She shut her eyes, swallowing hard.

"It told me...to kill. Friends, people I didn't know...it told me why they had to die. The things they'd done...what they thought about me...I was supposed to deliver their punishment and make them suffer for their sins." She hugged her stomach, guilt burning the back of her throat. "Sometimes, when I looked at them, I could see blood on their faces, and streaming out of their eyes. And it wasn't real! I could hardly look at anyone at all, it made me so sick and scared." Her voice was starting to hitch.

"And what does it tell you now?"

Orihime was quiet for a long, long moment. "...The same things."

"Do you think the voice is right?"

She blinked, feeling her eyes starting to burn. "No."

He wasn't saying anything, just probing her with that unblinking stare.

"...But sometimes...sometimes I think it might be right, and it...it terrifies me," she confessed, hot tears leaking from the corners of her eyes and running down her temple to vanish in her hair. "I wouldn't normally think something so awful, but it keeps saying it over and over and over...! I can't make it be quiet anymore a-and...what if it takes over? What if that voice really is my subconscious?" She turned her head to look at the psychiatrist, her eyes dark with fear and misery. "What kind of monster am I?"

He didn't answer her. He rested his cheek in his splayed fingers, sizing her up in silence. When he spoke, he left her question unanswered. "When did the hallucinations start again?"

His refusal to answer her question made her uneasy. He thought she was a monster too, didn't he? Swallowing hard, Orihime blinked back her tears and looked at the ceiling again. "Yesterday."

"What did you see?"

She didn't want to remember it. But he wasn't going to say another word until she told him what he wanted to know. "...I was making a cake. When I cracked the egg, something heavy and wet plopped into the batter. It was bleeding...and screaming... I clapped my hands over my ears and shut my eyes tight. But when I opened them again, there wasn't anything there. Just an egg yolk." She'd thrown out the batter anyway, too sickened to bake anything else.

He set his pad down on his lap, and heaved a long sigh through his nostrils. He removed his glasses, rubbing his fingers over his eyes. "Miss Inoue, I won't lie to you. Your case is serious, but there is a cure."

That was good news. It was great news! She turned her head to look up at him, wiping at her wet cheeks. "What is it?"

He smiled. There was something wrong about the smile. It looked just a little too wide.

"You have to die."

Orihime sat up with a start, grasping at the edge of the sofa with her hand. "W-what...?"

He spread his hands wide as if he were explaining things to a very stupid child. "Isn't it obvious? Death in this place is temporary. When you recover, all of your inflictions will be healed. Including that disgusting diseased brain of yours! Come on, eh?" He leaned forward with a condescending leer. "Do you really value your life over everyone else's? Die." His eyelids lowered slightly.

"Just die."

She stared at him mutely, her heart aching. Was he right...? No. No no no. She clutched at her head and shut her eyes tight, holding her breath. Count to ten. Don't listen.

I know it's you, she quietly told the voice in her head. That's not what he really said.

There was no response, but she could feel a sense of smug, dark amusement. When she opened her eyes, the psychiatrist's expression was alarmed. He was sitting up straight, back pressed against his chair, pen poised. He definitely wasn't smiling that unnatural smile.

Orihime looked up at him helplessly. She opened her mouth to speak. And closed it. Then she rose to her feet, and bowed politely.

"Please excuse me. I'm not feeling very well."

"Miss Inoue--"

She didn't stay to listen. Her feet carried her briskly out the door, out of the office, and quickly down the street. When she got to the bus stop sign, she held tightly to the metal pole and rested her forehead against it. And she cried.

* * * * *

There were no further incidents on the long bus ride back to the Archway. Orihime stared listlessly out the window, her forehead pressed against the glass, until she reached her stop. She stepped out of the bus and stared mutely up at the looming stone gate ahead of her.

What if her hallucination was right? Was dying her only option at this point? She wished she could have known what the psychiatrist had really said to her, but the voice in her head was getting too strong. It could control more than her sight now...it was affecting her hearing too. How long before smell, taste, and touch followed? How long until the rest of her body was overcome?

She looked down at her radio, desperately wanting to call someone, just to hear a friendly voice again. But what if the voice warped that too? She felt...isolated. And she was scared to death.

"What should I do...?" she asked quietly. Despite the heat, her arms were prickled with a million goosebumps. She rubbed at them quietly, then stepped through the gate.

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[virgochains]

Virgo had dug enough holes to bring the whole five cities down but it seemed that after an hour or two they simply filled up again. But at least she wasn't prevented from actually digging until a certain point. Even if that point was a solid square she'd never felt before. Virgo understood the gate between realms, she understood seals and magic barriers, but this place was a bit different. It was far different than the two dimensions she'd been in previously with Lucy.

So perhaps it was with a bit of distraction that the pink-haired maid suddenly popped up right under Orihime's nose right inside the gate and simply stood with a thoughtful look at the ground. "The spirit king and Leo will not like this..." she muttered to herself after several moments.

[frigus]

And it was Rukia who was near the gate as Orihime stepped through. She had been overly curious about just where these paths lead and she wanted to check them for herself.

Of course, upon seeing Orihime she smiled, "Inoue! What were you doing out here?"

[dramaticals]

Adam had been out of the city for a while now, he hadn't wanted to stay put either way. He was being tracked and watched by the people there, he had known this for a long time now. They couldn't always watch him if he was constantly on the move, right?

So he was out and about, and it was around the time when Orihime was returning to the city. He was around the same area, so when he saw her he stopped.

Actually... he had been avoiding her the past couple days. Not because of anything she did, but because he didn't think he should be this close to a human in all honesty. He had his own beliefs, he didn't trust any of them, and he wanted to go back to being that way. Cold and efficient, that's what he was known for.

So when he saw her he nodded at her at least, but then moved to turn away.

[leekspins]

Was she...hallucinating again? Because it looked like a maid had just popped up out of the ground like a very large mole right in front of her.

But since nothing about the sight was horrific or blood curdling, Orihime had no choice but to accept the sight as reality.

It still didn't make any sense, though.

"A...anou...won't like what?" she blinked, curling her hand under her chin.

[leekspins]

Orihime took a step back, startled. She hadn't realized Rukia was so close! The shinigami seemed to be in a good mood. Maybe she was adapting well to this place?

"Oh...I had a doctor's appointment," Orihime admitted. It wasn't a lie; it just didn't fully reflect the truth. Orihime didn't like the idea of hiding things from Rukia, but she had no idea how to even broach the subject of what she was going through.

"Ne, what about you?" She remembered Rukia had favored the pet shop here last time the shinigami had been present in the city. Maybe the habit was still ingrained in Rukia's subconscious.

[leekspins]

Adam...? At first she felt a rush of relief. He hadn't been too afraid or polite to shy away from the ugly topic of her mental degradation. If there was anyone she could talk to about what just happened, it was him.

But he was turning away. Her heart sank and her shoulders wilted. He hadn't been by to eat dinner with them either, ever since the pageant. Was he disappointed in her performance too? Perhaps he'd had a change of heart about her madness and felt it would be safer to avoid her altogether.

Her smile faded, the hand she'd raised to wave at him sank slowly back to her side.

Wretched one, you must know by now that you shall know nothing but loneliness.

Orihime put a hand to her head, giving it a light shake. She didn't have time for this now.

Then she heard a wet, ripping sound, and looked up to see Adam's back splitting into two. Flesh pulled apart, stretched thin until taut holes expanded in the skin. The clinging tendrils of flesh snapped, and yellow teeth began to poke out from the raw edges of his gaping back. It looked like some horrible mouth, and the muscle spilling out like a ghastly tongue did nothing to help the image.

Quickly she recoiled, clutching at her hair and shutting her eyes. No, that wasn't real. Adam was fine. His reiatsu was familiar and it hadn't fluctuated, so she clung to that reasoning in a desperate bid to keep her sanity.

[virgochains]

Virgo blinked and turned towards the voice. Another mage? She hadn't expected there to be so many in a place like this. Her hands went back to folded properly in front of her apron.

"That I'm stuck here again, miss. Do you think I'll be punished?" Instead of worry, it could easily seem like Virgo was hoping for such a fate.

[dramaticals]

Adam had been in the process of going back to the city when he felt suddenly uneasy. There was something going on behind him, he had somehow sensed it. The Faunus looked over his shoulder and saw that she was clutching at her head and had shut her eyes. That... wasn't normal at all.

His eyebrows furrowed behind his mask, and he didn't step forward but he did call out to her, "Orihime, what is it?"

[frigus]

Doctor...? But wait, that in itself is so strange. Rukia watches her behavior, and the way she seems to write it off so easily makes her suspicious. She's not asking just yet though, she'll answer her question at least.

"I'm simply searching the area, I wanted to get a good feel for where we were. It's a good idea when being in an unfamiliar place after all."

...But.... "...and you've never been sick before, are you feeling okay?"

[leekspins]

Her breathing had quickened. For a moment she didn't answer. Her hands dragged over her face as she grit her teeth, and hesitantly peeked out at him between the cage of her stiffened fingers.

Although he was merely standing there looking back at her, that wasn't what she saw. She saw his hand move toward his sword. In fearful confusion, she took a step back. "What...what are you doing...?"

"You're too far gone." His lips moved, and his voice came out. Wilt was drawn from Blush. "Didn't you tell me to take care of it if it came to this?"

Again she staggered back, holding out a hand to ward him back.

Cut him down.

"No..."

He's going to kill you. You don't want to die, right?

"I can't do that!"

Then he'll cut your throat. The psychiatrist was right. You'll only be rid of me if you die.

"Adam-san, please, please don't..."

Die.

"HE WOULDN'T DO THAT! IT'S NOT REAL!!!" she screamed. Spinning on her heel, she darted quickly away from the Faunus. He wouldn't.

He would. You're human, after all, and you know how he feels about humans. Did you really believe you would be the exception?

Orihime pumped her arms faster, trying to shut the voice out.

He'll do it. And he'll LOVE IT.

[dramaticals]

...What...?

What...?! He had told her that he would handle it, but he couldn't deny that as he watched her he felt completely frozen. Not because he was afraid, but because he suddenly felt a wave of concern wash over him. He stared in disbelief as she clawed at her face, as she talked to herself and begged him not to do whatever... it was that he was doing.

He was simply so confused.

Should he go after her? Should he stop her? There was something seriously wrong with her, and if she were to be left alone right now he was sure that she would hurt herself.

He had decided he would go after her then. No matter how fast she ran, he was much faster. He took off into the direction she went, and once he was close enough he called out to her, "Orihime hold on!"

Adam would act if she didn't stop though, he wasn't afraid to tackle her to the ground.

[leekspins]

"It's too drastic!" she protested, her voice breaking in panic. She turned onto someone's lawn, dashing through a sprinkler and bolting into the back yard.

Maybe he'll kill you slowly. Saw off pieces of your body, a little at a time. What a sweet revenge on humanity that will be, don't you think?

Orihime's eyes squinted as she whimpered. She needed to get control of herself again. She had to clamp her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tight, but she could hear Adam gaining on her with those decidedly unfairly long legs of his. How was she supposed to outrun someone like him? She couldn't use sonido or flash step.

She nearly tripped over a child's toy left on the ground, and veered sharply to the left.

If you'd just accept fate, it would be over soon. Face death calmly. Don't fight it anymore. It's better to die at the hands of a friend, isn't it?

"STOP IT!!!" she screamed.

[dramaticals]

Even though he was much larger than her, he was faster due to his aura and his strength. She wouldn't ever be able to outrun him, no matter what, and it showed as he continued to tail her. He jumped over said obstacles as well, but when she finally shouted he had enough of this game.

Adam picked up speed in an instant, and he jumped right at her. He had tackled her, but before she hit the ground he moved to roll with her in mid-air. It was him that hit the ground, his back skidding over the grass, and they slowed to a halt. Once they weren't moving, Adam rolled over again so he was back on top.

He had dropped Wilt and Blush on the ground beside them, he was now holding her wrists firmly up by her head, and he stared down at her from behind his mask, "Orihime, calm down. What's going on? Just.... just breathe!"

[leekspins]

Orihime grunted as he collided with her. The world was spinning chaotically, and when it stopped, she was panting, looking down at Adam's masked face. Then he was moving. Orihime yelped in surprise as he captured her hands and held them down. She thrashed and struggled, her legs kicking with wild desperation. He was wrapping his fingers around her throat, squeezing...!

...But if he were doing that, what was holding her hands?

Just breathe!

The shout seemed to come from a thousand miles away, dampened into a hazy murmur. Think. She had to think. Adam couldn't be choking her, because if she sucked in as much air as she could, it still left her lungs with ease. His hands were on her wrists, not her neck. She shut her eyes, forcing the panic away as best as she could. It wasn't real. The thing in her head was trying to turn her against him. Why?

...And she knew the answer. He'd thwarted the thing before, rescuing her from the clutches of that horrific nightmare. If it had the capability of holding a grudge, and she suspected that it did, of course Adam would be the one it wanted to suffer.

She was trembling violently as she kept her eyes squeezed shut, gasping wildly for breath. "H...help me...please help me...!" she pleaded.

[dramaticals]

Adam didn't know what to do, honestly. He had said that he would handle it, but never did he think that it would be this bad. He just thought that she had voices and she would be able to keep them away... but this....

Clearly it was all starting to really affect her, and he needed to think.

"Keep your eyes shut. Don't trust your senses, no matter what you do," it seems as though she was suffering through some illusions, if he had to venture a guess at least.

Adam glanced around, noting that they were the only ones here. He would take her if he had to, he would make sure she couldn't hurt anyone else or herself- but he just needed to try and think of how he could even help her besides that.

"Just listen to my voice, not the one in your head."

[leekspins]

"Nngh..." If she kept her eyes shut, then she wouldn't have to see whatever the thing in her head was trying to make her see. She could only guess what it might be. Adam's face melting off? Rows of jagged teeth descending toward her unprotected throat? She tucked her chin closer to her chest at the very notion, making an uncomfortable sound.

But he didn't tear out her throat. Of course he wouldn't. She knew she was seeing things, and if the voice was making her visions too horrible, then it had made a mistake. It should have stuck with a more realistic possibility, like using his sword. But she'd heard the weapon thunk onto the grass, so she knew he didn't have it. His hands were full holding her wrists, besides. And his teeth weren't razor sharp.

Orihime breathed.

"I'm...I-I'm sorry..." she whispered. "It's getting worse. I'm sorry I ran away from you." She stopped fighting him, and although she was still tense, she didn't try to break his grasp. "Please keep talking a little more. Just a little more...!"

[dramaticals]

Keep talking... she was just asking him to keep on talking? Well, he wasn't normally someone that talked a lot anyway, but if she were asking that of him then he would definitely oblige.

It was a good thing no one else was around, because what he had in mind was a tad bit.... embarrassing to him. He looked down at her, then after a moment of hesitation he leaned down to her until his lips were right by her ear. He wanted her to only listen to him, and this was the best method for her to hear him entirely.

"There's nothing going on here, you don't have to freak out and be tense. Whatever you were seeing wasn't real either, and whatever the voice tells you isn't what you really think."

...And he might as well just add something else totally embarrassing, "we're friends, I wouldn't ever hurt you."

[leekspins]

Her eyes were still closed, so when he spoke, her breath hitched in surprise. She could feel the heat of his breath move gently against her ear. It made her heart beat a little faster as she realized that, yes, he was much closer to her than most people, more than she was accustomed to. She had no choice but to listen to the soft timbre of his voice as he spoke, clearly and distinctly, ensuring that he wasn't overridden by that voice.

It tried. She could hear a faint echo of Adam's words, slightly twisted, threatening that they weren't friends and he wanted to hurt her. But the voice had lost its foothold, because she wasn't alone anymore. Her fear was fading. She focused on the feel of his long fingers wrapped around her slim wrists, and the gentle strength of his reiatsu bleeding into hers.

Her heart was beating fast, but gradually, he would feel the trembling lessen as her body relaxed. Her head inclined slightly as she wet her dry lips, and whispered back a promise of her own. "I'll never hurt you either. Not even...i-if my life depended on it." She still didn't open her eyes, but she did smile a little.

[dramaticals]

"It's okay, I know you wouldn't," she was really the only one he believed with that sort of thing, honestly. He would have believed another Faunus if they had some sort of mutual trust, but a human? No way, he hated them, he didn't want to trust any of them.

But Orihime... she had proven herself to him time and time again that she was different than the humans he hated. It was so odd in that sense, that he had come to actually seek out her company unlike how he actively avoided mostly everyone else. He had nearly started to avoid her here too because he figured they were getting too close... but maybe she did need him around too?

"Do you want to come back to my apartment? I'll carry you, you won't have to open your eyes until you're ready to."

[leekspins]

She did want to go home together. The last thing she wanted right now was to be alone with those alien thoughts. But what if they kicked up again, made her see her friends as enemies, made her think they were trying to slay her? Orihime swallowed hard. If that happened, then she'd have to trust her beliefs, that either they wouldn't hurt her, or they would put her down if it was absolutely necessary to ensure Orihime didn't hurt anyone else.

Mutely, she nodded, her cheek brushing a little against his with the motion. Again she felt a faint fluttering sensation in her chest. It was because he was just so close, right? She almost opened her eyes so she could look up at him and meet his gaze, but...the mask was probably still on. She'd just be risking the loss of her sight to bloody illusions for nothing.

"Adam-san..." she whispered, and gulped past the lump in her throat. Her fingers curled toward their palms. "You haven't given up on me...why...? Why are you so good to me?" She hadn't done anything to deserve it. He had to know that she was starting to become a health risk at this point. So why persevere, when he'd been withdrawing so steadily up until now?

[dramaticals]

Actually, he didn't know why he was doing this for her either. He didn't know when this strange girl had worked her way into his life, into his thoughts even, but somehow she had. There were plenty of people that tried to get on his good side, but they mostly didn't succeed. He was pretty cold, he didn't like interacted with people casually... and yet... here he was.

He didn't say anything back to her just yet, instead he pulled away from her. He leaned back, still holding on to a wrist so he pulled her up as well. Adam pulled her so she was at least sitting up, and that was when he moved to crouch beside her to get his hands underneath her. He picked her right up now, bridal-style, and he also managed to pick her up with Wilt and Blush in his hand as well.

"I don't know," he finally answered her, and he really didn't know, "...I just don't like seeing you in pain."

And he's off with her, walking back to their apartments, "I like it better when you're yourself."

[leekspins]

"Yeah...I like me better that way too," she admitted with a wry smile. It still embarrassed her to be carried in someone else's arms; she hated to be a burden to him. And yet, somehow, he did it so easily and without complaint that her anxieties lessened. She held onto his neck, trying to make herself as small and light as possible in his arms. She could feel them swaying with his steps, and she found the rhythmic motion oddly soothing.

The voice in her head had gone quiet. She wanted to ask if it had nothing more to say, but she didn't exactly want to egg it on. Right now, she just wanted a little peace inside of her own skull. Adam's patience had ensured she got exactly that, even if only for a short time. Once they got back to their apartment building, she'd tell him what happened with the psychiatrist. There was a lot to talk about. Bur right now...

...Right now, she just wanted to be with her friend and draw from his strength now that her own was running so low. She let her head fall into his shoulder and buried her face against his coat, releasing a shuddering sigh.

"Thank you, Adam-san. I really...don't know what I'd do without you sometimes."

[dramaticals]

Alright, at least she was able to calm down now that he was assisting her. He said that he would indeed help her when it came to this sort of thing and he was keeping his promise so far.

"I don't know what you did before I even came here," even though she had her eyes shut, she might be able to even hear his slight amusement. He smirked lightly, that familiar one he used when he was clearly right about something.

"But we'll find a way to defeat that monster in your head."

[leekspins]

Orihime laughed a little against his shoulder. She couldn't see the smirk, but she was accustomed to his sense of humor by now. It was funny how far they'd come when she thought about it. He hadn't wanted much to do with her in the beginning, and she knew she'd probably pestered him with her constant visits and dropping off food. Now, she felt...oddly safe, being carried like this. Everything he did now made her feel warm inside, and hopeful for the future. The voice in her head terrified her, but when he spoke with his quiet conviction, she found herself believing in him. There had to be a way to move past this. She'd done it in Nautilus before, why not here too? There was obviously some trick to it, she just had to knuckle down and figure it out.

"The roses have my name on them now," she spoke after several minutes of contented silence. "You were right. I'm still a little surprised, but it's a nice one."

[beareroflight]

If Orihime passed by the gates of Attleton towards the city of Genessia, he'd notice a familiar face standing by it. It was Lucifer and he was looking at the city of Attleton as if surveying the surroundings. He looked like he was surveying the entire city from his vantage point.

Unfortunately, what Orihime didn't know was Kira was listening in on her conversation with the psychiatrist. He was standing a few meters away, hidden. He used his keen senses which was amplified with his magic to listen in on everything. This girl had a curious answer when Lucifer asked her his question during the competition. And he was right to follow her movements. She was indeed very special. Perhaps he could use that to his advantage.

So for now, Orihime will notice a pleasant expression on the Demon King's features.