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It's probably best to go right for the jugular here. Knowing how your mind is on a good day, you're not great at being subtle. "This is about your wife, isn't it?" It's probably a safe bet given how he reacted to that one apartment room involving an affair.
This grinds his ranting to a halt. The piercing gaze this man is giving you makes you immediately regret saying that. "Wife? Wife! Oh, if only I ever had one, Nicole. That would've been nice." He forces out something between a gurgle and a laugh. "ALL I HAD WAS A HEARTLESS BACKSTABBER!" Welp, you hit it right on the head.
"Look. Unless I'm somehow missing something with Gregory, he had nothing to do with that-" Then it clicks. "Oh. It was something richer, wasn't it? That's what this is all about. She left you for someone like him, huh?"
"I-" His breath hitches for a moment. He didn't expect the conversation to go this direction. "Is it really that obvious?"
To a mind reader, sure, but you would've assumed it was general mistreatment otherwise. You simply nod your head before continuing, "How long ago was it?"
It takes him a moment to collect himself enough to respond, "A year ago." <<span class="mu-b">"Were those eight years we spent together worth nothing to her?"</span>> "It would've been our anniversary four days ago but, you know." He forces out a pained laugh.
Then it clicks. "Drinking yourself blind on your anniversary night, huh? She must've wrapped you around her finger real bad." This gets an actual laugh out of the mentally exhausted Maruyama. You offer a small pity laugh in return, if only to comfort him.
"I suppose she did. You were right on the money with your guess." He almost starts to grind his teeth but manages to stop himself. "Do you know how hard it is to run a Office for a buncha Cleaners?"
"Shit, you see the kind of jobs my Handler assigns me to?" You gesture to the abandoned buildings of Avalon. "I don't know the business side of things much but I guess you had a few bad jobs one week?"
"Week?" He chuckles. "Make it a month. We got nothing but people begging us to do things for pennies on the dollar. Maybe a suicide mission if we were lucky. Turns out you can't pay for rent off of the commission rates I was getting." His voice is threatening to crack with what he's about to say.
"H-had to get a bail out f-from a man in a fancy suit and Yuriko...s-she disappeared that night. Left me a note. Said that she couldn't be with me. She needed someone to provide for her." Tears well up in his eyes. You try to approach him but you quickly stumble back when he starts yelling.
"DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD I WORKED TO GET MY JOB? THE CLASSES I HAD TO WORK AT? ALL OF THE FREE TIME I SPENT TO EXCEL IN MY FIELD? AND FOR WHAT, NICOLE?" Tears flow down his cheeks. Droplets of sorrow and rage drip right onto the dusty concrete below. "I CAN BARELY AFFORD MY APARTMENT, I CAN BARELY AFFORD TO EAT, I COULDN'T EVEN PROVIDE FOR HER!"
"BUT THEY GET EVERYTHING THEY WANT ON A SILVER PLATTER!"
