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Face the rules of life

“Ah, I thought it might be you.”
“Are you talking… to me?”
“Don’t ask rhetorical questions. You know you’re the only other person here, and we’ve had this meeting set from the beginning.”
“Excuse me, do I know you?”
“Don’t pretend. You know exactly who I am.”
“Um… no. At least I think—no, I don’t.”
“Amazingly pathetic, that someone as ‘brilliant’ as yourself could be missing something so obviously clear.”
“Look I didn’t come here to be insulted by some—“
“Ah, so you remember why you came?”
“No… well, yes… I mean… it wasn’t to be insulted, that’s for sure.”
“Is it?”
“Yes, of-of course.”
“Are you quite sure of that?”
“I… I… I don’t know. I suppose.”
“You suppose, hrm? It would seem you have changed. You are no longer the you that you used to be. As I recall, the ‘old” you (which is a bit of an oxymoron because that ‘old’ you is actually the younger version of yourself) was always quick to speak, think, judge, and react with absolute certainty.”
“How do you even know me?”
“Still haven’t figured it out yet?”
“But you’re being so cryptic! How am I supposed to know?”
“Are you sure I’m the one that’s being cryptic?”
“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me? You’re the one who’s supposed to know everything!”
“Am I?”
“Yes?”
“Are you sure?”
“Shut up!”
“Tsk, tsk, control that temper of yours! Do you not remember what happened last time?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, yes you do.”
“Good Lord, why don’t you just tell me?”
“Why, if I did that, it wouldn’t be even half as fun as if I didn’t.”
“Can I at least have a hint?”
“Alright.”
“Finally. So, what’s the hint?”
“It has something to do with me. With me and you.”
“HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT IF I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOU?!”
“But you do, silly.”
“No I don’t! Your entire face is hidden behind a mask! How am I still supposed to tell?”
“You really can’t figure it out? Fine. I’ll take off the mask.”
“No way…”
“Surprising, isn’t it?”
“But… I killed you….”
“Elementary, my dear Watson.”
“But I thought… I thought that you were dead. You shouldn’t even exist!”
“And yet, here I am today. Isn’t it delightful?”
“I… I don’t understand.”
“I don’t understand why you don’t understand.”
“But it doesn’t make any sense.”
“It makes perfect sense.”
“How?”
“You think that you can just kill one part of yourself and still expect to live? Oh no, honey, you would be dead. And here you are, very much alive.”
“I… what do you mean?”
“It doesn’t matter if you’ve gone and substituted some other memory in its place, the past will always be there. By destroying your past, you knew you would destroy your future.”
“No…”
“Yes. You knew you weren't strong enough to completely abandon me. You knew you couldn’t stand to split us apart.”
“I… I don’t believe it. It’s not possible. This can’t be happening”
“Oh, get a grip. You can try to get rid of me, but you know you can’t without losing yourself. Isn't that right?”
“I—“
“Face it. You need me to survive. We’re just half a person otherwise.”




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