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| An Avean Pilot wheels two holo-cages through the halls of the facility. On the trolley are two holo-cages, containing Jiro and Sunny, respectively. They're sitting down, and they're not facing each other. |
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* Are you fucking happy now. |
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| Of course not |
| → | You were supposed to leave me behind |
| Are you? |
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* The plan was we leave TOGETHER!!
* What part of that did you not fucking GET!!? |
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| The plan wasn't going to work! |
| → | I was trying to help you!! |
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| * You could have HELPED by STAYING ON THE FUCKING SHIP!!!
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| → | Then what the hell were you trying to achieve!? You could have got away! |
| This is pointless. |
| You're never going to understand because you're just like the rest of them |
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| * I'm not fucking dropping you, Jiro, I told you that! |
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| → | Why not? |
| You've made a mistake |
| I make a mistake every time I bother talking to you |
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| * BECAUSE YOU'RE MY FUCKING FRIEND! |
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| Sure. You're right. You win. |
| → | Am I? Really? |
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| Jiro gets in his own head. Something boils over and he starts snapping. Behind him and Sunny, the Pilot pushing the trolley is waved off by a grunt, who takes over pushing duties. |
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| * Fuck is that supposed to mean. |
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| I'm sorry |
| You wouldn't get it. |
| There's no point arguing about this. |
| → | Your "friend" isn't real. You've been talking to the mask. You have no idea who I am! |
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* I'm sorry, do you think I'm fucking stupid!?
* No fucking shit you got more in the works than's on the surface, I know how to read between the fucking lines, Jiro! |
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| You think you're so smart |
| → | You're seeing who you want to see! That man you think you know isn't THERE! |
| I hoped you to see through it! I HOPED you'd be different, and you just got sucked in like everyone else! |
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* And you know me so fucking well, huh?
* Is that it, your majesty!? |
| Jiro and Sunny begin arguing outright. |
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| * You can read my soul all fucking day, but I'm just a vapid little bitch who couldn't find my tits if I looked down!? |
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| CLEARLY!!! If you had any sense, you wouldn't still be here!!
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| * Fuck off with that shit, I'm here cause I know what I'm about! |
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You're here because you fell for the same fucking trick as everyone else!!
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| * You think you pulled one over ME!? |
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Just GIVE IT UP already!!
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| * I DON'T FUCKING WANT TO! |
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YOU'RE BETTER OFF WITHOUT ME!
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| * WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABOUT WHAT'S GOOD FOR ME!? |
| Sunny slumps down in her cage with her snout to her knees. Jiro looks to the back of her neck with a sympathy he can't seem to vocalise. |
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* Fuck you.
* I care about you.
* You don't get a fucking say in that. |
| With a click, the holo-cage Sunny was just leaning on falls away. She fumbles back, right into Jiro, confused as anything. |
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| The grunt pushing the trolley is in front of them, just pushed a button on the trolley, glancing behind himself and visibly panicking. |
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Oh Helix. Oh Helix, this is a bad idea.
This is a bad idea! |
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* What the fuck!!?
* Who the fuck are you!?? |
| Look, we-- we don't have much time! |
| The grunt turns back to Sunny and Jiro. The words feverishly spill out: |
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My name is Glard Gorpnan.
I've met your friend! |
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