Northstar Vale That man is not your maker

Once they were outside, she questioned him. 

I thought we needed some alone time, Hotaru. You haven't been well. He spoke in a way that made it sound like he intended to be her therapist. Far from it- he could not care the same way about her emotions anymore. All the empathy he had left had slowly been squeezed out of him like a damp towel, and now he was left to dry with nothing more to offer. 

Takeshi was unusually quiet as they moved along, and he wasn't sure if the tension that hung between them was imagined or not, but he felt something off. The paranoia creeping up his spine that told him she knew everything, that she could read him like a book- she couldn't, right? She was just a girl. 

Eventually Takeshi brought them to a little cave-room with a pool in it, the same place where he'd met Clay. He would encourage her to follow him inside with a small nudge to her shoulder with his snout- here was a place more private from the rest of the world, where he could commit whatever evils he desired in peace.