Conversation · Evrart Claire

"Don't be dramatic. I can see your condition isn't terminal."

"Actually, this chair is uncomfortable. I could use that glass of water." (Sit upright.)

Maybe you could use your hands somehow? In a kind of throwing motion? Like you're throwing that Mr. Du Bois act right back at him. He's Mr. Du Bois!

"Nah, I'm as good as it gets, Mr. Du Bois." (Vaguely gesture with your hands above your head.)

There are no Harries. Let your mind go to your safe place.

What is this Mr. Du Bois he keeps repeating? What is he trying to pull here? You need to cool the fuck down, CHILL.

No, I'm not about to cry! (Try to stay cool.)

"Mr. Du Bois, you don't look so good..."

"Kim, uhm, Kim..." (Turn to Kim.)

"Officer, we will deal with this later. We don't need Mr. Claire's help with this."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," he says, as though to himself.

"Lieutenant Kitsuragi doesn't seem to be here at the moment. You came alone."

Oh fuck, it was loaded... There were two bullets in it. You always keep at least two barrels loaded.

"I'm not worried -- I got this."

"Are you alright, Harry? You say you got this, but you seem a little anxious to me. Don't be. Everything's going to be alright."

"How do you know about my lost gun?!"

"I know everything, Harry. Right now I know that you're worried. Don't be worried. Everything's going to be alright."

Oh god, why didn't you think of this before -- COPS HAVE GUNS! Where's yours?!

Pat your pockets.

It's gone. Your gun is gone. There's nothing in your pockets.

You don't need a gun. We can still have fun without the gun. The fun doesn't need to stop. HAVE SOME RIGHT NOW.

This doesn't worry me at all. Who cares if I've lost my gun and the love of my life?

Fuck love! This is your GUN, this is serious.

Okay, police officers have weapons they use to shoot people with, right? It's gotta be on you. Check your pockets.

This doesn't worry me at all. I don't care if I lost my gun and the love of my life.

To hell with love! This is your GUN, it's pretty bad if you lost it...

Pat your pockets.

It's gone. It's not there. Your gun is gone.

"Yeah, thanks!"

"Don't mention it. But also don't forget it." Another wink. "I'm just kidding, of course."

Is he?

He's not.

"You can take that comically large cheque and shove it up your ass!" (Leave it.)

"Okay, okay... I respect a man with principles. No handouts, then." He crosses his arms on his ample midsection -- and sinks further into his chair.

"Thank you, Evrart." (Take the comically large cheque.)

"Keep it, I'm good." (Leave the cheque.)

Hey, that's 25 reál. That's good money. Think of all the stuff you could...

...owe him for? This is a trap.

The chair you're sitting on has got to be the most uncomfortable chair in the world. It's violating your backside.

You've just got to grin and bear it. Like a champ. A champ with a rod up his ass!

The chair is incredibly uncomfortable. Fortunately, your ass is made of iron and the chair is made of wood. Iron beats wood. You manage not to shift around too much...

Try to wink back.

Remain serious.

"I don't sit. It's kind of my thing."

"Very well, Mr. Du Bois. I respect a man with strong convictions..." As he nods, his multiple chins move like ocean waves.

"I, too, have convictions, one of which is that I will not engage any man who won't face me at eye level."

"Should you find yourself more amenable in the future, I'd gladly resume our conversation. But until then, I'm afraid I must ask you to leave." He turns back to his typewriter.

Don't give up -- but don't leave either. You're going to have this conversation on your terms. You just need to remain headstrong.

Remain standing and don't go anywhere.

Evrart starts whistling a little worker song. He really is trying to ignore you... or will you out of existence.

Stand strong.

The lieutenant stands right next to you, not showing any signs of impatience or boredom.

"I see you are an extremely stubborn man, Mr. Du Bois... That ain't necessarily a bad thing." Finally, the big man looks you in the eye and speaks.

You did it! This might help against whatever comes next...

Leave quietly. [Leave.]

Damn... that's a nasty play. He's got you -- a titan of Volition -- in a fork. Guess you just have to sit or leave.

You're no titan of Volition, buddy. He's got you in a fork. Sit down or leave.

He's trying to throw you off your game with this Du Bois nonsense -- don't give him the pleasure.

"Actually, I'm in a bit of a hurry right now." [Leave.]

"Why are you calling me 'Mr. Du Bois'?"