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A pleasing symmetry. She likes that very much.

A pleasing symmetry. She likes that very much.

... she should call off the assignment.

Spoken from experience.

She pronounces the word like a caress.

Unmistakable regret in her tone.

She's thinking of her friends, whom she doesn't actually spend that much time with.

The magic box may be monitored. Perhaps your controller's being recorded for training and political reliability purposes.

Don't let her down -- become the operant she needs you to be.

She's wondering how long till she can have a drink. Treacly liqueur from a can. It's been several hours since her last.

The cleaner's face obscured from clients who'd rather not have to acknowledge the humanity of their janitorial staff.

Nothing to do with M.I.H.O. If it came to it, he would've taken ten more bullets on his way to you.

That's not a real apology -- it's an insignificant scrawl on a pre-vandalised note.

Robbery attempt: foiled.

Dignity: in tatters.

And because she'd rather be someone else.

A theatrical sigh, as though the entire horizon were bearing down on him.

And now, so are you.

The respect is begrudging, but true.

You're simply doing what you were made to do. You can't expect him to understand.

He seems surprised somehow, as if he willed it to materialise in his hands.

Beneath his self-deprecating exterior there is something genuine -- sensitive, loving, hopeful.

No smug self-satisfaction here -- just pride.

He can't help her. He's tried.

The fantasy of the eternal studio-hang is more vivid in his mind than any actual 'production' that might occur there.

Karolina's never told him that Tempo was your asset, too.

Sure, you could use that as an excuse for your ignorance. Or you could just admit that the Hershel of five years ago was somehow even more self-centred than the Hershel of today.

The comparison to his sire is inevitable. He's resigned himself completely to the umbilical tie -- a noose, a lifeline.

He finds his girlfriend's dark past equal parts enraging and intriguing.

Your vanities are not so different.

Genuine appreciation for the old man's resilience, tinged with something like resentment.

Fear, hope -- and jealousy.

Tell him it's true. Make him understand.

Don't let this get ugly. Not after what he told you about Vespar.

Are you really going to do this to him?

He's amused, but a part of him is hurt.

A tinge of mourning in his voice.

He knows it's impractical.

The wind whips her hair back and forth across her face. Between the strands -- flashes of your old friend, the same wild eyes, the same snarling grin.

And managing relationships.

He doesn't like being called 'the phone guy'.

Not his thing, personally.

A deep sigh of relief calming singed nerves.

A complete absence of conviction and enthusiasm. Words simply fell out of his mouth.

A flagrant misuse of man for his own gain.

He's less confident than he used to be. Pain is a great teacher.

An audience member at his own vivisection.

A guest at his own vivisection.

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