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In the diffuse wilderness of Ramses' cognition, the line between irony and honesty is blurred to nonexistence -- and in this liminal space he is home.

It's unclear whether or not he's joking. Does he even understand the gravity of the situation?

Yana is her own person now. You don't need to betray her trust just because Ramses picked up on some speech patterns.

In Ramses' imagination, the L-pop physically leaves Kaleidoscope's body in perfumed and colourful vapours as he is repeatedly pummelled.

He wishes you hadn't asked him that.

The problem has been weighed carefully from the perspective of one who knows themselves disposable.

Another little reminder. The subtlest of knife-twists.

He's never going to let you forget that you alone came out unscathed the last time.

This is a known fact about you?

'Fear', 'lack', and even 'discomfort' are concepts utterly foreign to this animal.

Despite the verbal evasions his manner is genuine. He doesn't know anything about Tempo's demise.

A wall of words embellishes the hurt, but it's genuine.

The ego must perform a dissociative split before it can look back at itself and say 'I'.

You have struck the cruelest blow.

Pay close attention to what you find in here -- it clearly holds deep significance for your troubled friend.

A stab of pain in some unknown psychic organ.

Just the papers, no note. A sense of strange finality settles into you; he's gone.

For the gambler palming a final chip; for the veteran lacing up boots cracked at the heels; for the fool stepping into the current and demanding the river change course.

A pit of hopelessness opens in your stomach as you skim the rows of faces.

Pulled himself up by his bootstraps. Well done for him.

There's no craft here -- only despair.

This man should not be alone right now.

Its 'eyes' find yours, even through the haze of crimson.

He sees it. He sees the great unfairness afflicting you.

The question is: Can you live with your own?

Behind the abstractions, an unopened envelope rests on a countertop, the words 'FINAL NOTICE' stamped across its front.

He really does feel for you.

This man's punishment may be of his own making.

A light crackle teases you. The man from Foto 24?

An implicit accusation there.

His tone: one step short of accusatory.

Just address them.

In the silence after she speaks, you sense, rather than hear, something on the line. A presence. Someone is listening in.

'Yes', she means.

Her, you, and the breathing mannequin.

Younger than your mother, but in her mind, she's an old woman.

She likes remembering him this way, in her shop, pretending to discreetly examine her list of services.

She recognises no neighbours -- only potential threats.

A long time for a rumour to linger.

She doesn't trust you. Yet.

The facility's nickname is new to her. A delicious tidbit to hide away for later.

Relieved at the prospect of not having to spackle any tack-holes once you're gone.

There's no such policy. She knows taking your money would make her complicit in the act.

One hundred photographs. A family of strangers.

And yet, the thought of scandalising her dead parents thrills this woman to the bone.

Trying her best to be helpful.

She's dying inside. She felt a great deal of affection for your double.

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