“I have no idea what you’re talking about there Agent Smith.”
“Only that with each day, more and more of you vanishes. The woman dies, rotting in you every day. I’d like to get to know the new tenant of this body before she officially takes over.” As usual with Blank, he could have been joking or writhing in sadistic glee as he said that. “Or do you think you’re just so perfect?”
“I never said I was, dude. Also… how did you know where I was?” You stalkin’ me?“
“Stories like yours are easy to follow. You can skip ahead a few pages and the outcome doesn’t change” Blank idly revealed. Of course, only he knew that it was more than a metaphor for him. He made his best attempt at being apologetic and twisted his head with a deep and very convincing sigh. “Of course you aren’t perfect and you don’t think you are. Not consciously at least. You know more than anyone else how utterly fucked up you are. And you let that push you on, which is a little like reveling in that lack of perfection. At which point, well, might as well be perfection, right?”
Anyone who had this guy as an English teacher probably suffered for it with his backwards and twisted logic.
“Sweet mother of jack in the box Jesus, I am really glad I didn’t have you for a teacher.” Sunset said with a groan, rubbing her hand along her face.
“Look, if I skip ahead in my story I can also choose to rip out the page and write something new in there, now can’t I?” She said. “Besides, what pushes me on is wanting to live through another day with having to deal with cryptic shit like this. That too much to ask?”
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