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Help the poor thing confront this nightmare, it's killing her.

No sarcasm. Time and space appear to have become mysteries to her.

Oh, she wants the two of you to be friends and you already threatened him...

Oh, she wants the two of you to be friends...

She doesn't know what she's responding to.

Wonderful, she's so over the Crew falling apart and getting tortured that she doesn't even remember!

She doesn't understand a word you're saying.

Like everyone, you are susceptible to the human impulse to find order within your environment.

You imagine him getting his last licks in, dying roaring, slower than they betted on, all teeth and fury and cunts.

You've already given over to yourself. These words are simply gestures to be performed.

You can practically feel her pinching the bridge of her nose as she says 'tiebreakers'.

People hunger for that happily ever after.

For his services at this payphone he is paid nothing -- and yet, he remains number one employee of the month, every month.

Already set on life's glide path, and all it cost him was his humanity.

If he keeps going like this, he's going to stroke out in his 30s.

They may not even mourn him. Someone else could just wear the bag, adopt the title.

Perhaps an enthusiastic grunt, acting on their own initiative, to please their commanding officer.

Something like you, but not like you. Something that has undergone a transformation.

But she hasn't asked you to leave. She must be very lonely.

Hopeful, shy. She just needs some gentle encouragement.

Relief, but with a hint of dread.

They had the rare kind of bond that cannot be described.

The outlandish jacket, the promises, the smooth flirtations -- all performance. But whatever he's feeling about this certainly isn't.

He makes it sound like curiosity, but it's concern.

A courtesy he'd like to be mutual.

A coded question. He needs to be let 'in' enough on the details to be willing to open himself up to risk.

This is a man who knows guns, the mess they make. He doesn't throw out threats like that lightly.

You robbed the man and left. An apology isn't undeserved.

Poor guy. He had such a rough night.

You've seen this kind of bravado before. He's running some kind of side-hustle.

Easy -- he's obviously not harbouring a grudge.

A chill runs down your spine as the true meaning of her words sinks in.

An insane copper stripper wants to use you as a canary in a coal mine.

It's because they're defenceless. They trigger the impulse to nurture.

Souvenirs, yes... good point. Are you really going to return to Melita arms swinging?

Does she mean Ignatz?

Shocked that you'd imply there's anything she couldn't tell you about Quisach.

She has no idea how close she came to being paste on Nestor's ceiling.

She is a truly appalling judge of men's characters. How is she still alive?

Bitter disappointment in her tone. This biddy craves blood.

Why would you take this from him? He clearly treasures the toy.

A riposte flung without thinking. She's been asked the question more than once.

He can't believe you'd actually trust him with this.

That pause wasn't hesitation, it was mourning. She's grieving a less disappointing version of you.

Push a little. You can get it out of her.

The Steel Rod Night Bitch is sealed shut!

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