January 3rd. 11:30 PM. Blue Void.

 

El.

‘You stink, Glass.’

 

Gl.

I don’t stink. Cogito.

 

‘I told you not to be stupid about this.’

 

Why are you in front me right now?

I said I am done picking up your notes

 

‘Not to me. Must have said it to yourself.’

 

What’s the difference.

 

‘He’s not a monster, you know.’

 

Speak of him.

Speak ill of him.

 

‘He doesn’t crack cases like you.’

 

You prefer guys who crack skulls.

 

‘He doesn’t crack like you, either.’

 

Want to know what will come out if he cracks mine?

 

‘Skulls protect the goods.’

 

A slightly biotic fluid.

 

‘Some leak the bads. Why don’t you see someone about it.’

 

I am. A woman in East Sussex.[2]

 

‘What.’

 

England.

 

‘Are you talking about her again.’

 

I guess I never stopped.[3]

 

‘You are obsessed with her.’

 

I thought you left because I was obsessed with you.

 

‘What do you want me to say, Glass? It was easy. You’re insubstantial.

You think I’m vacuous but—listen, I figured you out—you’re the vacuum.

You feel nothing. You suck away desire and bitch that I’m desireless. Would you desire you? I can’t even fathom desiring you. You don’t bear desire. You scare it away. You’re scary. You scare me.’

 

Why are you here then.

 

‘ You’re walking around with a gun now? Are you serious? What year do you think it is? Do you think you’re hardboiled?’

 

We’ll see who’s hardboiled when your meathead makes his move.

 

‘I’m serious. Don’t mess with him.’

 

Call him off and he won’t die.

 

‘No one is going to die.’

 

Not if you call him off.

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[2] Something of a lie.

[3] Liar.