“You know I couldn't let them leave. For if they had told others of what I have done, then they would come and try and stop me. I couldn’t let them do that, not when I have more work to do. Can’t you just accept me for what I am?”
Lincoln stares in silence as his up turned lip slowly flattens and his hands unclench. “You are a madman, and a dimwit. The people deserve someone better than you, you incompetent CHILD!” “I may be all those things, but at least I’ll still be here tomorrow, unlike you,” Reginald says.
“We didn’t come all this way to NOT do anything. She’s met your eye contact with eye contact of her own, and now like all great journeys, you must go over and ask her to dance in the hope that somehow she’ll find you irresistible enough to gobble your knob...”
“That's the problem Jeremy, the line of questioning is being driven by your answers, and unfortunately the only answers you’re giving are questions. I don't want you to second guess what I am going to ask, and why I am asking it. All I want you to do is answer...”
“I never said one-hundred precent, eighty at the most.” “What the fuck do you mean eighty? Five seconds ago you said you were dead sure she can’t get into the library because it’s warded, now you’re telling me you’re only eighty percent sure!” “Fifty-five to be honest.” “WHAT THE FUCK!”
“Give me the chance to show you that all the lies I told are but that, don’t cast me out into the world that will not give me a chance to survive in it. I ask for you to show mercy and forgiveness, for I have given you the same.”
Julian displays a wry smile upon his lips, “We both know I do, otherwise the statement wouldn’t have been as insulting as I wanted it to be, would’ve it?” “Do you really want to die tonight? Is that how you want this all to end?” “In the end, there is.”
“Flaccid dreams lover boy,” she says. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” “It means you’re a soft cock even in your dreams,” she says with an evil grin, as she tosses the vase towards him. With a simple backhand he deflects it, only to find her already mid-flight.
“Why yes dear, today I’m going out to visit some guy I met on tinder for a gang bang with his four mates. Apparently they are all well hung and know just how to take care of an older woman.” She says in a croaky voice, jokingly impersonating her grandmother.
“H-H-How do we stop it?” “There is no we Michael, there is only you. This tear in all things important, is your burden to bare, and in that you must be the one to solve its riddle.” “B-B-But, I don’t know what to do!” He says, looking up at him.