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She's protecting something.

He idolizes you.

Retaliation may only make this worse. Show forgiveness. You need her help.

Who means more to you?

Right in the photographs he keeps beside his heart.

Right in the photographs he keeps beside his heart.

You lose something, too.

This man has thousands of daily viewers. Innocent civilians, children...

A child is asking for your help. Focus.

That will stick with her for a long time. An unpleasant walk-on role in the story of her life.

What about your friends? Do you not owe them, for everything they've given and are about to give for you?

In spite of your pleas -- relief floods your heart.

What about your friends? The dialectical counterforce, the only ones you've ever truly known to be on your side...

What about your friends? The ones who've been beside you this entire time...

What about your friends? Those who keep you grounded, the only who give solidity to all your abstractions...

Tempo called for help. For cavalry. For you.

Tell him to not go into that office himself. He shouldn't see.

He doesn't have to like it, but his nights will be kinder for it.

He's trying to be polite and not point out you fucked it on your own terms.

A tinge of grief flutters past his face.

Not that he minds.

So this headphones guy acknowledges the regency of Ultra Violeta.

Spoken as if he's talking to a stranger's child.

If only. There's plenty of past shame too.

You're as in denial as the doctor is.

The shock of lost time returning to her.

Said with authority and pleasure -- a problem solved.

Old pilots? He must be referring to the table of nattering old men you passed on the way here.

Especially him.

An intervention.

He thinks he's about to be dismissed.

Selflessly giving up his own prized possession to bring joy to a neurologically challenged young lady.

The Trust merely recognising her hard work. Nothing unsavoury here, as far as she's concerned.

She sounds quite drunk.

This took a very sad turn. It won't be easy to swing it back around.

Your subconscious mind knows him a few seconds before your conscious one does.

She hears that a lot. She was hoping for something unrelated to her physical attributes.

And for a moment, you're aware of a great hollow, shaped exactly like your old asset.

This guy is a businessman first and foremost. No way he's not selling something if it can turn a profit.

That's it. Play up the damsel in distress angle, it's his weak spot.

He came through.

Now it's all done, everything in him hopes that his concession will earn him a place in your heart.

And just like that, warmth radiates from him once more. If only it were that easy for you.

This Bagman is the fibre of the web connecting all paranoia in Portofiro.

She really wants you to explore the silo for her.

You have never been paid in a more degrading way.

A handsome foreigner. The carabineros were playing a trick on him.

If a woman of means wants him over her other options, that makes him a luxury. He likes that.

You are the nib from which life spills, captured across the page.

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