good heavens, just look at the time! [Violet Hill, non-canon]
Naoto and Kristoph in the room in non-space, after their initial investigation. I'm giving you a blank check, Rian, go crazy.
The gallery still seems the same as the last time the two of them explored it, though being later in the day it is darker inside. There's a little less dust, but it's still blank and quiet inside, with the memories of pictures hung on the walls the only thing there.
Naoto wants to check the room again for passages. He beat the walls of his bedroom and the parlor this morning to hear what a "normal" room might sound like, and with the feel of fists on plaster still fresh in his mind he wants to be sure that he didn't miss something the first time. And of course he needs someone to watch the door for him: going through a door in a house like this is much like passing through a cemetery gate at home. The incautious are trapped by their own overconfidence, and this place is quickly trying his confidence in his own skills, in a land where so much is unfamiliar to him.
One of the few things that keeps him going is that the man by the door more than compensates for what he lacks. While both of them acknowledge Naoto to have more experience at finding anomalies in suspicious places, Naoto knows that Mr. Gavin simply knows more: he's lived in houses like this all his life, he knows the spirits that haunt here, he can get information out of people just by being himself... it's surprisingly humble of him to let Naoto take the lead like this.
So he has to treat him as politely as he deserves. "If you would be patient, sir," he says half-apologetically. "This should not take very long, and then you can go back to your other business." He starts palpating the wall with the heel of his hand, looking for any strange sound.
The gallery still seems the same as the last time the two of them explored it, though being later in the day it is darker inside. There's a little less dust, but it's still blank and quiet inside, with the memories of pictures hung on the walls the only thing there.
Naoto wants to check the room again for passages. He beat the walls of his bedroom and the parlor this morning to hear what a "normal" room might sound like, and with the feel of fists on plaster still fresh in his mind he wants to be sure that he didn't miss something the first time. And of course he needs someone to watch the door for him: going through a door in a house like this is much like passing through a cemetery gate at home. The incautious are trapped by their own overconfidence, and this place is quickly trying his confidence in his own skills, in a land where so much is unfamiliar to him.
One of the few things that keeps him going is that the man by the door more than compensates for what he lacks. While both of them acknowledge Naoto to have more experience at finding anomalies in suspicious places, Naoto knows that Mr. Gavin simply knows more: he's lived in houses like this all his life, he knows the spirits that haunt here, he can get information out of people just by being himself... it's surprisingly humble of him to let Naoto take the lead like this.
So he has to treat him as politely as he deserves. "If you would be patient, sir," he says half-apologetically. "This should not take very long, and then you can go back to your other business." He starts palpating the wall with the heel of his hand, looking for any strange sound.