Conversation · Jean Vicquemare

"I'm not drunk. I haven't started drinking again!"

"So you... forgot to drink? I don't buy it. Why do you smell like a corpse then?"

"He's wounded." He looks at you. "It's been a long week."

"No idea what you're smelling. I washed death off me."

The man doesn't reply, but his expression speaks for him.

'You should've done a better job' is what it's saying.

"None of this matters. My odour situation? It's meaningless compared to what I've discovered."

"What you've discovered? You let the suspect escape -- a certain Klaasje. Because you were you too drunk to assess her flight risk!"

"We've read the reports, Harry. Lieutenant Kitsuragi's. We know."

"That's just a small detail in a huge case you know nothing about."

"Sure -- if it's part of your master plan..." He rubs his face in frustration. "Let's not even get into the other suspect who also escaped. Another detail."

"Or the fact that you're Evrart Claire's little peone now. Doing I-don't-know-what for him. That's small-time stuff. That's nothing. That's a humourous anecdote..."

"...compared to the eight people who were gunned down! The streets are literally red with blood, Harry. It was fucking mass murder."

"...compared to the nine people who were gunned down! The streets are literally red with blood, Harry. It was fucking mass murder."

"...compared to the seven people who were gunned down! The streets are literally red with blood, Harry. It was fucking mass murder."

"...compared to the six people who were gunned down! The streets are literally red with blood, Harry. It was fucking mass murder."

"...compared to the eight people who were gunned down! The streets are literally red with blood. Lieutenant Kitsuragi is barely clinging to life in the hospital. Harry, it was fucking mass murder."

"...compared to the nine people who were gunned down! The streets are literally red with blood. Lieutenant Kitsuragi is barely clinging to life in the hospital. Harry, it was fucking mass murder."

"...compared to the seven people who were gunned down! The streets are literally red with blood. Lieutenant Kitsuragi is barely clinging to life in the hospital. Harry, it was fucking mass murder."

"...compared to the six people who were gunned down! The streets are literally red with blood. Lieutenant Kitsuragi is barely clinging to life in the hospital. Harry, it was fucking mass murder."

"Or the fact that you kidnapped a kid and took him to some island? That's small-time stuff. That's nothing. That's a humourous anecdote..."

"Or the fact that you very likely sold your gun for booze. That's peanuts. That's nothing. That's a humourous anecdote..."

"Sure -- if it's part of your master plan...." He rubs his face in frustration. "Let's not even get into the other suspect, the one who shot herself. In the head. Another detail."

"Sure -- if it's part of your master plan..." He rubs his face in frustration. "Let's not even get into what this means for the ethics commission."

"Not taking her in was the right thing to do. She gave a vital clue that led me to the island."

"Oh well -- if she was nice..." He rubs his face in frustration. "I'm not even gonna get into the other suspect -- who also escaped. Yeah. Ruby-something?"

"Oh well -- if she was nice..." He rubs his face in frustration. "I'm not even gonna get into the other suspect -- the one who shot herself. In the head."

"Yes, I let her go -- as an act of mercy."

"Oh well -- if you let her go...." He rubs his face in frustration. "I'm not even gonna get into the other suspect who escaped -- another act of mercy?"

"Oh well -- if you let her go..." He rubs his face in frustration. "I'm not even gonna get into the other suspect, who shot herself. In the head."

"Klaasje? She was some kind of spy from the Occident. Specially trained."

"Oh well -- if she was specially trained...." He rubs his face in frustration. "I'm not even gonna get into the other suspect who also escaped. Yeah. Ruby-something?"

"Oh well -- if she was specially trained." He rubs his face in frustration. "I'm not even gonna get into the other suspect -- the one who shot herself. In the head."

"That doesn't matter -- none of it does. You have no idea what I just discovered."

"Oh well -- if you got really high then I guess it's okay." He rubs his face in frustration. "Let's not even get into the other suspect -- who also escaped."

"Oh well -- if you got really high then I guess it's okay." He rubs his face in frustration. "Then it's all been worth it. Let's not even get into the other suspect -- who shot herself. In the head."

"Oh well -- if you got really high then I guess it's okay." He rubs his face in frustration. "Let's not even get into what this means for the ethics commission."

"Okay, I got duped there. She pulled one on me."

"Duped again! Outsmarted by someone who isn't drunk." He rubs his face in frustration. "I'm not even gonna get into the other suspect -- who also escaped. A Ruby-something?"

"Duped again! Outsmarted by someone who isn't drunk." He rubs his face. "I'm not even gonna get into the other suspect -- the one who shot herself. In the head."

"What you've discovered? You let the suspect escape -- a certain Ruby. Because you were too drunk to take her in. You went in drunk."

"We've read the reports, Harry. Lieutenant Kitsuragi's. We know."

"She caught us in a pale latitude compressor. You know how much that hurts?"

"Oh well, if it made you boo-boo..." He rubs his face in frustration. "I'm not even gonna get into the eighty other suspects you've failed to arrest."

"She didn't know anything. It wasn't a big loss to the investigation."

"Oh well -- if you think she didn't know anything..." He rubs his face in frustration. "I'm not even gonna get into the eighty other suspects you've failed to arrest."

"I let her go. It was an act of mercy. She was going to shoot herself if I didn't."

"Oh well -- if you let her go..." He rubs his face in frustration. "I'm not even gonna get into the eighty other suspects you haven't brought in, because it's hard."

"I let her go. It was an act of mercy." (Lie.)

"You're right. I fucked up. We walked in blind and she got away. That's on me."

"Oh well -- if you've learned your lesson..." He rubs his face in frustration. "I'm not even gonna get into the eighty other suspects you've failed to arrest."

"Oh? Is that why the suspect shot herself in the head? Under the boardwalk? You went in drunk and intimidated her."

"We've read the reports, Harry. Lieutenant Kitsuragi's. We know."

"You're right. I messed up there. I pressured her and it's on me."

"Oh well -- if you feel guilty about it..." He rubs his face in frustration. "I'm not even gonna get into what this means for the ethics commission."

"That was nothing. She was unimportant to the investigation. A dead end anyway."

"Oh well -- if she was unimportant..." He rubs his face in frustration. "I'm not even gonna get into what this means for the ethics commission."

"I didn't intimidate her. It was a misunderstanding. She thought I was sent by La Puta Madre."

"Oh well -- if she thought you were sent by La Puta Madre..." He rubs his face in frustration. "I'm not even gonna get into what this means for the ethics commission."

"Wait, it may be because of the pheromone."