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The real question -- how did he get them to serve him?

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Transparent liquid, normal glass, ice cubes and crushed leaves. Appears to be something-tonic.

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UNQUESTIONING, UNWAVERING ACCEPTANCE. EXACTLY WHAT THE PARTY DEMANDS.

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Something about the look in his eyes tells you he'll be with you till they come to mop the blood up.

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Utter impenetrability in the event of capture. No torturer is breaking through to this one.

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He's a good luck charm. A rabbit's paw you wear around your neck.

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The autopilot is immaculate, all things considered.

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No complications whatsoever. If he'll work with the woman who lobotomised him, he'll work with anyone.

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Like a well-scrubbed bathroom tile.

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The paleolithic huntress exhales as she fondles the precious river stone, the primal superstition inside her calmed -- for the moment.

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You are milking your lucky cow dry, take it easy on him. Once a day is more than enough.

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The vacant smile hits you like a bag of bricks.

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A mixture of guilt and the desire to lobotomise him even more comes over you.

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He has been subjected to the 'Hershel Wilk Special'. The history of all your former assets, condensed into just a few days.

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Still no pants on him, though.

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The nagging idea that you should just finish the job accosts you.

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Just take him on the assignment with you. He'll catch a stray one, and the problem will solve itself.

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An obnoxious little mirror, well-worth the seven years of bad luck incurred by breaking him.

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You are. He did.

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Your desire to stay out of the freezer and prove yourself in the eyes of the Opera has clearly been foregrounded in his mind. You can use this against him.

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Based on the reports from Constanz and Melita, he certainly wasn't like this before.

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YOUR AUTHORITY, DEAD IN THE WATER.

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Translation: you're paying for it.

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All at once he internalises the defeat in his posture, the shoulders sinking in time.

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He's not just saying it. He has actually understood.

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Congratulations. You have made your point, and in doing so, you have toppled one of his few psychic pillars.

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Unfamiliarity without novelty. A hell of alienation.

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No hint of accusation. He's convinced he is misremembering somehow.

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You remember the feeling of inert PSEUDODPOD -- at once mundane and disturbing, like some piece of surrealist human furniture.

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He swallows hard. You can practically see him pushing the emotions and thoughts down his throat.

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Lucid, self-aware -- this really isn't the worst version of yourself, all things considered.

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He strips you naked with his gaze, on his expression a desire that is not lust.

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As though at a mirror that refused to respond to his movements.

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The information to process is simply too much. He has no choice but to roll with it.

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Like an epic romance from mythology, your hatred of Eszti echoes through your incarnations, undying.

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He's like a laboratory where you can see what you actually think, stripped of all niceties.

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He half hopes he won't. It would solve all his problems, a simple bullet to the head...

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All frames of reference have gone to shit. He's second-guessing his every conception of basic social norms.

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A tiny reflected Hershel stares back at you, framed in hair.

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Like a well-scrubbed bathroom tile.

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The paleolithic huntress exhales as she fondles the precious river stone, the primal superstition inside her calmed -- for the moment.

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It's never going to work like that. You have to believe.

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EXERCISE YOUR AUTHORITY, AND HE WILL FOLD.

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That vibration that you can feel through his skull -- the prelude to sobbing.

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You're milking your lucky cow dry, take it easy on him. Once a day is more than enough.

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ECONOMIC HUMILIATION. A BASE METHOD, BUT EFFECTIVE.

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He even makes the same sound you make when you're thinking.

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A tone so venomously sarcastic it's worse than no admission.

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Sarcastic or not, you have bent him to your will. You can use him in theatre.

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It's like asking a child with no experience of the world who they'll work with. He has no frame of reference.