Talking to yourself on a train isn't healthy Heiji. The other humans give an occasional glance or outright ignore him, but the air is tinged slightly fae with far too much silver to be healthy, and the one sitting across with their face hidden in a newspaper is the only one that answers.
"It's a type of mirroring. The culprit obsesses over the writer, then replicates the writer's story in an attempt to show similarity to said writer. Most likely in some delirious attempt to gain the writer's attention, praise, or friendship. The motive is less a desire to kill, but more of a desire to send a message to the relevant person. Additionally, stop trying to judge a third-rate novel to higher standards."
The entire statement is delivered in a neigh-monotone to the obituaries section, automated and bluntly honest, but hey. Valid points. Mystery nerd located.
A; Hey lookit how late I am do I get a medal
"It's a type of mirroring. The culprit obsesses over the writer, then replicates the writer's story in an attempt to show similarity to said writer. Most likely in some delirious attempt to gain the writer's attention, praise, or friendship. The motive is less a desire to kill, but more of a desire to send a message to the relevant person. Additionally, stop trying to judge a third-rate novel to higher standards."
The entire statement is delivered in a neigh-monotone to the obituaries section, automated and bluntly honest, but hey. Valid points. Mystery nerd located.