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I hope you don't think I actually believe you or anything you crazy bastard.

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[postits]

I have no idea what you're referring to, Mr. Mears.

[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

Whatever, it doesn't matter. 'Cause of the whole, you know, not believing you anyway thing. I am kind of curious about this supposed ability of yours though, if you'll allow me to humor you. I can always ask your girl I guess, what's her name, Georgia? Pretty little thing, but you should tell her to smile more.

[postits]

Don't talk about Georgia.

So, I take it you don't want it back? Because I can think of a few places to drop it off.

[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

I wasn't planning on doing a whole lot more talking about her, no.

You are so full of shit old man. I think I'd notice if I were missing something like that.

[postits]

It's best if you never mention her again.

Am I? Been doing this a long time, Mr. Mears. You, on the other hand, are new to all of this. You can't really feel a soul, after all.

[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

Yeah but. If you have one it makes a difference right? Like you would notice. If it was suddenly just not there.

[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

That's kind of how it seemed to work in my reality anyway.

[postits]

Most would. Some wouldn't. You seem to fancy yourself as part of the some.

[postits]

Scared?

[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

Path less traveled and all that.

[postits]

Lonely path.

[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

Of what, the grim reaper? Find yourself a shiny scythe and we'll talk.

[postits]

I always thought it was more frightening that we were people just like you. Could be anyone.

[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

I'm not just anyone. I'm already a killer.

[postits]

Proud of that, Warren?

[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

I seem to be pretty damn good at it.

[postits]

You didn't answer my question. Matters not. Look, kid, fun fact you learn when you've been in the business as long as I have: everyone has a soul. Whether you've killed someone, or you've only attempted it, or you've never laid a finger on an innocent person, everyone has a soul. You included. And I don't take souls from the living. Not my bag. I'm tired of fucking around with you, kid. You've got more issues than I want to deal with.