In the end, Agent pulled Greed and Pride into the elevator. Entirely unsurprisingly, no one stopped them. The elevator also rose smoothly to the top floor, bringing them to the surface layer of consciousness.
They were not like people with Dissociative Identity Disorder in the stories, thinking, "This one is me, that one isn't," or fighting over control of the body. They were still one person, with only one state of consciousness.
At present, Agent's traits were dominant, but thoughts that Greed or Pride might have occasionally surfaced in his mind. It was like the many facets of a person's personality. For example, someone might be calm and rational most of the time, yet have lively thoughts when encountering something they liked.
The instant his consciousness returned to his body, intense pain struck him. Schiller's vision repeatedly went black, but just as his mind neared the edge of fading, more and more colored lines appeared in his field of vision. The hallucinations arrived as expected, and they also let him understand the current situation.
Although time flowed differently in the real world and within the mind, their discussion had still taken quite a while. Schiller was no longer in the corridor of the Municipal Building. He had probably been captured, and there were quite a few patrols around him.
Schiller lay on a bed, his body secured by machines. Lady Shiva was closest to him, Facing Away as she worked on something.
"You're awake?" Lady Shiva turned around with a cold sneer. "How do you feel? Does it hurt so much you want to die?"
Schiller opened his mouth, but he was not used to having lost half the muscles in his face. He struggled to make a sound, and it came out terribly hoarse, like a low growl from