Hazō was instantly, totally alert. This was new.
"You and the others tell me, constantly, that my self-perception is distorted. You claim that I am competent, that I hold inherent value, that I am worthy of love. And there are only so many times that I can dismiss those words as delusions, or white lies, or at worst, manipulation, before their sheer frequency, from varied sources, leads my inner Mori to demand that I weigh the data. But if she truly exists, this better Keiko, then I cannot find her. I cannot see her in the mirror. I cannot even imagine her, as a plausible being that merely happens not to be real, and that failure of imagination is chilling to someone who knows full well the feeling of a pathological mental block."
Hazō nodded steadily, making it clear that he was listening, and doing absolutely nothing that would interrupt the flow and change Keiko's mind about volunteering information.