He eyes that spray bottle. "I'm not 'torn up' about him," he insists, then holds up a hand to stop that potential weapon. "It's more complicated than that."
He stares away from her, watching his spiders in their terrarium. "I took him over fully in the future. Dragged him through his own nightmares, time and time again. His worst memories on repeat while I controlled his body. At first, I simply wanted that back, but - then I liked being in his head. I told you that it was like a web - each of you are strings in it. When one of them snaps or breaks, I can feel it."
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That was why…that’s why you asked about death and the afterlife.
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[Nope, stupid question.]
You should've told me.
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[He means it to sound like an accusation. It doesn't. It sounds like an actual question.]
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"Stop fucking shutting down!"
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"What - why did you do that?"
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She wants the whole admission from him. She doesn't level the spray bottle at his face, but her finger's on the trigger.
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Well. That isn't completely true. It's a lot like her and Swearengen. He'd hurt her over and over again, but still she'd come crawling back to him.
Sometimes it was nice not to have to think for yourself.
"You liked what about it exactly?"
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