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[trilluminati]

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[trilluminati]

I was born a monster. Nothing did that to me. I blamed my environment, I guess, but now I see that's not the case. Emotion? Impulse? I didn't have that. I was a calculator. Everything to me was just equations -- equations with simple solutions. Ruthless solutions.

[ Apparently not the case anymore. Q sounds like he can hardly stand the thought. ]

You know I did this to us, right? The Haze?

[killsyouquickly]

I had gleaned as much, yes.

[_{He's quiet for a moment.}]

Do you prefer the way you are now?

[trilluminati]

I... don't know sometimes. Hah. No, I fucking hate it. I can't stand it, it's so fucking painful.

But I would never give it up.

[killsyouquickly]

Do you think that's why the two of you separated? Part of you couldn't live with what you did?

[trilluminati]

We separated 'cause I decided. I don't remember doing any of the shit he did. I'm a clean slate; I was designed that way.

You are too.

[killsyouquickly]

I'm not sure why anyone would give me these memories and expect me to do anything good with them.

[trilluminati]

Exactly. You really wanna let them decide? I know you weren't down with that operative bullshit.

[killsyouquickly]

That's exactly what I mean. Why would they give me these memories if they wanted me to fall in line? I used to be much more... pliable.

I'm sure these are questions I'll never have an answer to, but it does make me wonder what the true endgame is here.

[trilluminati]

I could tell you, but what's it matter now?

[killsyouquickly]

[_{He's quiet for a moment or two.}]

It doesn't, but I do want to know.