I fear, telling you what I fear and waking up to find - surprise! Now, why should that surprise you? And why should I give you anything, anything at all to hold over me. Give you a grip, an angle, leverage - how stupid do you think I am? So maybe I fear you find it on your own. Or, fuck, that you busy yourself exhausting the possibilities. I fear.. running out of things to fear because they've done them all to me and.. Ja.
Of course you people worry me!
I'm not afraid of you. I'm not going to give you what you need to make me fear you.
What the hell is going on, where the hell is Crawford? Why can't I get any answers from these guys? It's like I can chip chip chip away at the walls and they're just a shiny, white and hard..
I fear.. nothing. I'm sure of it. But I'm not always in the drivers seat and whatever is on the menu, alright, there it is. And what if I'm not even in the car anymore? That could happen. Isn't that how telepaths all eventually burn down, blaze out, wandering off in a completely unspectacular fashion with no idea whatever whom they are?
Ja. Funny like a stroke.
I am, I'm me, I am, I'm me, I am, I'm me, I am, I am, I am, I am..