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[is_fear_itself]

Jon Crane's left his costume behind for a change, and he's sipping a cup of tea, a book open on his lap and a tape recorder balanced precariously on the arm of the chair he's staked out as his own. He marks his place in the book and looks up to ask his question.

"Do you believe in the thin line between love and hate?"

A why or why not is implied, but that's too pedantic to tack on this question, even for him.