Tsuzuki: What if I was just a brilliantly programmed hallucination, a dream of what you dread and desire, a demon split from your subconscious who can act and speak and surprise you in all the same ways that you confuse and befuddle yourself, and am yet not Really Real, not in any way you could ascertain, not giving you an easy answer, but demanding that you- yes, you with all your complexes and preconceptions and fantasies and ambitions and paradoxes- had to figure it out yourself, not with certainty, not by a long shot, but on the strength of your belief alone. What then, huh?
Kashiwai: Babe, if you're a philosophical zombie, then call me a necrophiliac, 'cause I'mma be all over that body.
Tsuzuki: Yeah, ok, fair enough.