17: Voice

[warmscalpelhigh]

[Amber's room has been rendered, by Q, to the room of her childhood. There are fluffy pillows, tiaras, and clothes everywhere. There is a stage, as well--everything a diva could want

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A flash, as he's placed in the surroundings of calming desert island:

[q_uery]

Enforced mental reconditioning is best left to the professionals, Miss Sweet...

She sounds calmer

[warmscalpelhigh]

This is better. This is...it's good.

I don't know if I could stand...if I could stand another surgery...another reminder of surgery...

[q_uery]

It's a never-ceasing amazement that your species seems to require such tragedy to evolve...

We all have limits, Amber. Just be glad you found your own.

[warmscalpelhigh]

I don't fucking care what it took, okay? I don't ever want to go through that again. I can't believe how fucking desperate I was.

But I'm scared...and I'm confused. Because there are parts of it that I can't get out of my fucking mind...

[q_uery]

This is something only you can do for yourself... But remember this, above all else.

You are Amber Sweet.

Not Rotti...

Remember why you chose that.

[warmscalpelhigh]

Your right...I chose my name. I took the company when that fucking bloodbath went down. I can do this.

[q_uery]

And I'll tell you something else, too... Luigi's making quite the hash of it. It's not even about your family's reputation now. You should see what's said about you.

Oh, it can be salvaged. As a matter of fact, I believe you're quite possibly the only one who could. But, my darling little pit viper, it's only possible if you keep focus of who you really are.

Hostile take-overs are such fun things to plan, aren't they?

[warmscalpelhigh]

Hell yeah. I can do that shit.