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Medium

You can believe him or not, but the other pilots do, and they are eating their hearts out.

Trivial

For one, to humiliate his companions.

Challenging

Final proof that he was not bluffing about her address. It's too much for the poor pilots to bear.

Formidable

Even for them, this is a bit much.

Trivial

Returning it to the father at the top of the ladder may change his mind about talking to you.

Trivial

You are faced with two options: return it to the father at the top of the ladder, or...

Medium

Should probably start apologising right now.

Medium

Just explain how sorry you are, find some common ground. She might even thank you for her recent career success.

Challenging

Your own, maybe?

Legendary

He closes his eyes and slips beneath the surface of himself.

Formidable

And yet he has constructed an entire mental apparatus just to be here again, with you.

Challenging

Panicked. You've got him up against the wall of his own heart.

Legendary

A one-time admission of humanity, here at the end of everything.

Legendary

Though one that makes him respect you less.

Medium

Together in-theatre again -- the sweet slosh of nostalgia in the flooded basement of your brain.

Easy

At the very least, you've added a few weeks to his lifespan.

Easy

First and foremost -- his own.

Medium

The state of the Housing Campaign and the state of his life are one and the same.

Medium

This is only a philosophical conversation for one of you.

Trivial

A palliative measure at best, but then again...

Easy

Only a subjugated stickler for the rules would call Eszti a 'nice lady'. Cut from the same un-fun cloth.

Easy

A blankness to the eyes, a downward twitching to the mouth. The beginnings of panic.

Medium

Not sarcasm. He's clearly proud of the depressing surroundings you find yourself in.

Easy

That's what she thinks of your 'taste'.

Medium

Tempo was a consummate appreciator of the finer things in life. Reno's treating this incarnation according to the rules of the man he already knew.

Medium

Silent treatment.

Medium

He'd give anything to hear Tempo call him a cunt just one more time.

Challenging

His relief is such that it's almost a shame to correct his illusions.

Challenging

Slowly, with a kind of chemotheraputic drip, the knowledge of what you have just done sinks in.

Challenging

Preferably not at your friends. In fact, it might be best if you simply refrain from contact with people you don't intend to destroy.

Easy

He's awed and onboard.

Formidable

He's not hiding it. He's screaming.

Formidable

He should have been giving literature classes at a university, not out here, down here, doubting everything...

Medium

No. You have HOLOCENE.

Easy

Whoever it is, they produce a white hot antipathy in you.

Challenging

A nuclear core of psychosis... both real and imagined...

Medium

Is it also wearing... a tiny dressing gown?

Easy

Like a child waiting for a dreadful present.

Medium

Preparing to ram his plane of reality into yours.

Medium

Each sentence reads as if it was rehearsed for an already-nodding audience.

Medium

The clinical care of the descriptions is what chills you, the obsessive attention to each crew member's nuances and weaknesses.

Medium

Eyes meet across the cabin, the same terror and wonder reflected as metal screams around them.

Medium

And girls who want boys to leave them alone.

Easy

Maybe one of these pine trees cushioned his fall...

Easy

Nothing but dead air from when you moved him.... Unless...

Easy

PSEUDOPOD's -- now even further away from him than before.

Easy

The trousers are sad. Their owner has abandoned them.

Medium

Embarrassment isn't the problem. A much darker feeling is trying to claw its way into her consciousness.

Easy

She can't believe you. She can't believe herself.

Easy

Anyone regularly listening to Bagman's sermons on reality could easily lose their grip of the thing.