Like, me? Murder? Gosh, this is so totally exciting! It's like some sort of mystery novel come to life. I like, wonder who the real culprit is? I can like, totally assure all of you that I have an airtight alibi. I was totally asleep in bed all of last night and like, no one can prove otherwise. Know like, what I think? The real murderer's
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I'm not... going to be held responsible for deaths that aren't my fault. And I'm certainly not dying for it.
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Sorry, Sideswipe. Forget what I said. The game's changed. If seven of us are really imposters . . . It's every man for himself.
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What other meaning can you get from it?
Seven people really are killers. Because seven people are already gone. Who can you trust?
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Me. Jolt. I'm still myself. And I would... never... never... kill another human.
You know that.
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Don't you see? It's brilliant. The town has complete control. If we do nothing -- They pick us off one by one. We live in fear for months that we'll be next. And these people have vanished. It's not death. We're comfortable with death now. They're just gone. But if we believe their message -- We end up killing each other. And maybe it's all a lie. Maybe none of us have been replaced. But the whole time, we'll never really be able to trust each other. We still live in fear and chaos.
For all you know, I'm just saying this stuff to make it sound like new information. Get myself off the hook.
Isn't it brilliant?
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I trust you. For whatever that's still worth.
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I don't know.
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