A rumor? |
Does it bother you? |
Someone is spreading rumors about you? |
Is that a delusion of persecution? |
Some other kind of delusion? |
Well, it might just be a lack of self-confidence. |
Why do you have so much confidence, even when you’re sick, Lain? |
I’m sick. What’s the name of my disease? Schizophrenia? Manic depression? Something else? |
You aren’t any of those things. |
You have pathomimesis. |
That’s what you call the imitation of disease. |
Then I’m not really sick? |
You don’t exist. |
I just think that you’re here. |
Everyone has been tricked. |
We’ve all been shown some glimpse of your existence. |
That’s why no one really remembers you. |
It’s not like you to be mad. Some of us don’t seem to exist, though. Which are you? |
I think that you think I’m here. |
You’re a delusion that created a delusion. |
All these things, your constructed diseases and your voices, are delusions. |
How about me? Am I here? |
That’s why I have to heal you! |
You’re so serious. But you’re an elite. You’ve been chosen. |
That’s right. |
I’m trying hard to be here. |
I would rather have been out playing and fooling around, but I’ve gone to school and studied and worked hard to get here. |
I feel sorry for you, Touko-san. |