[ Without preamble or explanation, there is dictation. The suddenness of it is deceptively casual; the white noise behind the familiar cold-gravel voice is faint - ice in a glass, the rustle of clothes, inhale, exhale. ]
You're either with the doppelganger or the shrew woman.
I've yet to decide which of their lives you value least.
[ He shuts the journal after, not waiting for a response. ]