Ms Caulfield, I'm a psychiatrist. I know plenty about you. For instance; I'm not a subject? That's fascinating. You may not believe yourself a subject in anyone's eyes, but he thought you were a perfect study, didn't he? But even perfection can be tarnished. Did he ever lose his temper?
You claim I'm full of nonsense. Inflated on my own hot air. The Devil is the Prince of Lies. But like him, I have no need to lie. And like him, I know everything about you, like I said.
Did you know he lives in this world? Funny, that. Perhaps the two of you should meet. I wonder what would happen.
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[Fuck off, Crane.]
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[Leave him in the dark. Cough.]
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[Okay, maybe she does believe in it, after all. "Hell is other people," and all of that.]
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Not that I believe in such fantasy. Have you met Lucifer, by the way?
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[No? Then sit the hell down.]
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Did you know he lives in this world? Funny, that. Perhaps the two of you should meet. I wonder what would happen.
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[She has enough bullshit in her life right now, as is.]
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Still, sleep on it. It might do you some good to have a new perspective on things.
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[Congrats, Crane. You just got the texting equivalent of an eye-roll, even if she's still shaking.]
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You can always stop responding, you know.
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[And this is her, making it more obvious.]
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