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…Sir.
[Each word is biting, laced with poisonous contempt. He’s not bothering to hide it this time.]
Another one of your games?
Or would this happen to be someone else’s?
That’s too bad. I’m not laughing. Of course, you wouldn’t think that matters, would you? You think it’s a game. It always is but this one’s not yours and I will find you, and when I do…
When I fix it and find Mother, you’re going to regret it.
I just need to find you.
[Each word is biting, laced with poisonous contempt. He’s not bothering to hide it this time.]
Another one of your games?
Or would this happen to be someone else’s?
That’s too bad. I’m not laughing. Of course, you wouldn’t think that matters, would you? You think it’s a game. It always is but this one’s not yours and I will find you, and when I do…
When I fix it and find Mother, you’re going to regret it.
I just need to find you.