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You can hear her silence: 'Don't Trust You With The Big Stuff Yet Fuck Off'.

Real now -- once and for all.

Delusional but dedicated.

He is exactly like you.

You're going to spend the final hour talking to a walking lobotomy?

No thoughts, no fear, no desire. Only pure, drooling immediacy.

He's just too stunned with gratitude to respond.

Pure heartbreak. Look at his face. Look what you've done.

You know the answer.

So lost that the idea of a connection, no matter with whom, far outweighs the loss itself.

A strange look passes across his face, followed by laughter.

You could suggest anything, he doesn't care as long as he's invited.

By 'here' he means 'the world'.

You really should have more faith in yourself.

Now it's just a matter of working up the guts to knock on her door.

Eszti keeps a special mental calendar marked 'Critical Phone Call from Hershel?'. The calendar has been counting for five years.

Grazed a nerve. The 'interrogatrix' doesn't care to be 'lame'.

It doesn't matter. Her name is the conjuring magic. The name alone is enough to hold on to.

Strange question...

You can do it, CASCADE!, he says with his eyes.

All the same you feel there's a two-way mirror, and on the other side, a row of blank faces sitting in judgement.

Thoughts of Tempo flash through your mind.

The word 'LEAD' burns itself into the centre of your visual field.

This is not a real order. It's a sympathy order. He obviously made an impression on the old woman.

This is not a real order. It's a sympathy order. He obviously made an impression on this Carmuna.

This detail strikes you as very sad.

There's a procedure your controllers taught you for situations like this, but all you can focus on is his face.

Somehow, he looks more forgotten than when you first found him.

Not wanting to stain it with his soiled fingers.

But at what cost? To become the high arbiter of Human Capital, you no doubt have to trade in some of your own.

He took it because it meant something to him.

This woman, whoever she is, clearly means the world to him. Probably part of the reason you've found him how you've found him.

You're getting some great people management tips here.

Human capital deep in the red.

A tightly-bound profiteering brotherhood beyond the comprehension of lower classes.

Agony breaks the surface. This man is an alcoholic, recently shoved off the wagon.

Half of him half believes it.

One feels too little -- the other feels far too much.

You could prey on his obvious weakness: alcohol.

Definitely that twitchy young man hooked to the payphone. The name fits.

Reno might thank you for fixing his prized train.

Besieged by failures in work and love, each of his attempts to resolve one immediately defeated by an agony from the other.

You know the feeling.

On speaking her name, his face softens, looking almost youthful.

A tremendous sadness courses through him.

Touching. The kind of bond only two pigs can share.

Carmuna would be proud.

He radiates pure worry. She might as well be his own child.

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