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You're not supposed to see this.

A bioweapon hidden in a jar of biscuits. Assume the worst.

You'd be proving her right about you. Be the better person, show that you can be trusted.

She left room for a 'but'!

Which means that Eszti knew about Karolina but she never tried to help her.

So she never tried to help K? Ahahaha. Bitch.

And you must trust her too, at least for the time being. You need her.

A stranger's death in a strange city. You were the final friend he had.

Her Ultra Violeta pin badge is stained completely red.

His eyes meet yours as he crumples to the floor.

It makes you homesick.

His muffled voice is light, higher than such a large man should be able to produce.

The sound of Ultra Violeta's voice lessens the pain.

In some ways, he is correct. People often perform for someone, or something, mostly themselves.

Too late. You're doing this.

Something about the way he says the name 'Facundo'...

He pronounces the word 'dialectical' with a teasing viciousness which is almost like flirting.

He'll have a talk with the vendors later today. A firm one.

Your friend is here.

Not part of his job description. A caring gesture.

They farmed out your asset, your friend, to some trouserless infant?

Maybe it was company he wanted. A chance to palm away the frost and peer into the old days. For some, that counts as 'urgent'.

It would have. It would have brought you running. If they'd bothered to tell you.

He already fears the worst. You don't need to get into the uglier details.

He doesn't know what he's asking for. Not really.

Behind the words, you feel your old asset's ghost, smiling.

There's a hollow in his voice, one you doubt was there just weeks ago.

His jacket's been patched over many times. Storied.

They're not sure how they feel about that.

And what could be worse than that?

They think you're uncool. Maybe someone at the bazaar can help you teen up your style.

So assured of their connection to her that their own emotional experience has assimilated that of their idol.

Typical adolescent obfuscation. This boast will fall apart the second you apply pressure.

Her friend had a genuine spiritual experience, and she never has. Every time it's mentioned, it drives her mad.

She thinks her loyalty will buy her intimacy.

Her voice wobbles, poor thing.

Maybe little pale lies draw her attention to the pitch black one at the core of this relationship.

So this is what it's like to have a pod. It's nice.

It's so nice having a friend.

A touch of desperation, there.

Too polite to allow himself to accept what you've said.

He has felt it too.

Surely the idea of that man having any rights left is obscene.

It's not like he's in any state to fact-check you.

It means something to Dr Hugo -- perhaps a lot. He would be sad to see it go.

It means something -- perhaps a lot -- to whoever put it here. They would be sad to see it go.

Would probably snatch it and wear it as its own.

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