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He tries to conceal a grin, and fails.

A flint catches in your chest -- a stubborn spark flashing where you thought only ashes remained.

Act like this was all part of The Plan.

It's a simple calculation: company inevitably increases entropy.

On the ground, a pool of golden tears.

You have today. Make of it what you will. Tomorrow, it ends.

Law-abiding individuals are treated with the utmost derision. If this book could Wang them all, it would.

Mathematical and yet crude, the lines display a profoundly un-sober competence.

You may have his permission, but he probably didn't intend to extend his hospitality to you showing up in the middle of the night.

His tiny mind is blown.

A desert city known to be the centre of Luz' film and music industry.

This man is enamored by aesthetics and lacks fundamental awareness of anything else.

But that's Tonio... the building manager.

His tiny mind is blown.

His forehead glistens with sweat.

The word on the streets.

She expectorated the bullet. Fascinating.

Wow. We're getting a hard rejection, gäng.

Mysterious Rustamian? RADIAN? A long shot, but worth following up on.

Could be anyone.

A look of vague terror spreads across his face.

Discrepancy found.

'One' meaning 'Reno', of course. Singular.

A lump that immediately recedes into the background wherever he stands.

His eyes well up as he turns his back to you, gently cuddling the model train. His shoulders rise and fall as he sighs.

Grey suggests a man who cuts corners in life and business.

Said without a trace of pride.

This cat thing must be really upsetting him. He's lost it.

It's hard for him to remember.

The cleaners must be really upsetting him. He's lost it.

They moved out before garbage collection day, hoping to avoid another fine stacked atop the broken lease, the lost deposit, the month's rent half-wasted...

Old clothes, soft on your hands from repeated washings and cheap detergents. Plastic toys, delight outgrown.

In the end, the outcome was the same: a flurry of packing, a quick shuffle of locks and keys in the dark.

It all happened very quickly, once they'd made the decision to leave. In that moment, the priorities seemed clear.

Approximately 25 items are missing from the count of Operant CASCADE's possessions following her extradition from Portofiro in 91. Due to failure to keep up with requests for a formal inventory, the exact number of CASCADE's lost / forsaken belongings remains officially unknown.

You can feel the value in their heft. It's a tribute to his pomade that there isn't a permanent dent in his hair from wearing these things.

Maybe they do... You wouldn't know. Operant CASCADE has yet to turn around a 'success'.

The world mutes utterly. It's like being smothered by the future.

Still, a part of him was hoping for a little more out of their private journey.

You've asked him to part with the feather from an angel's wing.

Good choice. But he's dictating a lot of terms here.

Bring a gun. He will.

Apart from the girl around which it is built.

Behind the white blue of his eyes, a rapid recalibration is occurring.

Alongside fear... and RESPECT.

A face flashes on the underside of your mind -- expression stern behind a black cigarette. Yana needs to agree to this too.

A whole career cast off in a single moment.

And possibly a whole life.

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