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Why are you here?
I wanted to talk. I know what you want, and I have it. I'm here to negotiate.
You sound too much like me.
I am you.
You are not me. I made you in a mold, like an angel food cake, to be pleasing and sweet and substanceless.
I'm no angel. My experiences have risen and set me. I've taken my own form, and I want something from you.
You've fallen so far. How dare you want anything? A spy wants nothing for themselves.
I'm not the spy. You are. And I know what you want.
The answer is nothing. Nothing. I want nothing, I can want nothing. Stop lying to me.
(a smile.)
What do you want?
To pack lunches for them tomorrow morning, and imagine how their faces will light up when they open the paper bag, even when I'm not around. Maybe toss in a slice of angel food cake, for them to enjoy, even if it only lasts for a few mouthfuls.
What the hell do you mean by that?
You know exactly what I mean by that. It's what you want too, isn't it?
Keeping them happy is a job duty.
Liar. Come back when you're ready to talk.