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( PASHA: )
I wanted to thank you for meeting me again last night. I had a wonderful time. Kept my mind off of being kept here without knowing why, and the only people I recognize must see me as a traitor or enemy or someone to otherwise avoid. I'd rather not get tangled up with it again anyway, though if my past is any indication I doubt I'll have any choice in the matter.

What are you doing Saturday? I was thinking about ordering in, and I wouldn't mind company.

What the sun-dappled hell does Ambrose think he's doing? Oh wonderful. I get to be assaulted by an endless stream of depressed sentiments expressed in song. Do cry more, children. Good lord, a barcode tattoo? How very...American. I never did care overly much for Las Vegas.

Would someone care to explain what exactly this Zenner Corporation is playing at?

Wherever I am, I don't want to be here. Free to move around, get whatever I want, but I just can't leave the city limits? Sounds familiar and there's a catch. There's always a catch.

What I said was true. I'm not insane. I just want to go home, I want to forget all of this. I want my home and I want my life back.