Psyche
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623 · Voice lines
Ordinary people -- familiar, each and every one of them.
Two officers of the law against the world. Nodding in unison. It is your source of power. The bond of camaraderie between you... is palpable...
He would follow you into death itself... and you would do the same for him.
Collateral damage on the path toward normalcy and progress. Such is your belief, officer.
Comrades. The forsaken, the wretched, who tried to rise against the horrors of the world.
Foreign dissidents, unwashed criminals, and hoi polloi. Such is your belief, officer.
Wanna hear what's stupid? Somewhere in a one room apartment on Boogie Street a young man shows Patrol Officer Tillbrook his genital warts, asking if they're cancer.
He's thinking: "I like this kind of prodding, whatever the situation. It may lead somewhere yet..."
Across the city, the lieutenant stops to consider a smoke break. He shrugs off the urge: maybe tonight. His absence is palpable. Too late now.
His partner Émile Mollins can't be there -- he's in another apartment with another man who's showing him a dead dog under the radiator. 'It's dead,' Mollins says. "No," the man replies. "I touched him. He's warm."
"He's warm," Mollins replies, "because he's under the radiator."
It's good we discussed your history with her, he thinks. I can play along.
We should have discussed your history before we came here, he thinks. So many unpleasant surprises with this guy...
The lieutenant, elsewhere in Revachol, runs a finger over the rough mesh of a stereo. He is deep in thought. He needs to be here for this.
If you think it's important -- you have been right before.
...helping cryptozoologists isn't really a priority for our organization, is it? The lieutenant looks out the window, impatiently.
Three figures on the spring ice. One, a shortish man, is standing with his shoulders slightly hunched. Another, a young woman, tries her best to ignore the third, a middle-aged man with bloated cheeks, who's screaming at her with all his might...