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Really, the money is only half of the reason you're doing it. It's a means to an end to get security, safety, certainty. For what reason? To have a family. Something to take care of, to protect.
That doesn't necessarily mean you're going to settle down with a dude for the sake of it. It could be found family. A group of friends and associates you trust and respect. A group you want to protect. You do ultimately want to foster a family of some kind however, no matter the cost. Who knows why you have this thought but it's something that drives you.
>MAIN GOAL: THICKER THAN WATER. You will be sated when you can settle down and there's nothing left that can threaten those you love. If there's even a hint of anyone hurting someone you care about, there will be hell to raise.
You shake yourself out of your thoughts when you start hearing voices flooding your head. It took you far too long to realize it isn't UNSTABLE screeching at you again. It's your allies whispering into your head. You tune your ear in to listen.
<<span class="mu-b">"I look like a wreck, don't I? Fuck me. Patricia is going to FLIP if I can't perform at Moe's later."</span>>
<<span class="mu-b">"I wonder if she's okay? Nicole been staring at me for a while now. I get she gets in a zone sometimes but it worries me."</span>>
<<span class="mu-b">"'A happy worker is a worker who produces. A sad worker is one who doesn't meet his quotas. Don't you want to be a happy worker?' It's weird how this slogan used to give me joy."</span>>
Huh. Holy shit, you can read minds now. That's a new one. You take your mind off this by chugging the watery beer you were handed. "So. What's your plans after all of this? Hopefully you, uh, take a break for a while?"
"Oh, shit, you're still here?" Lex nearly jumps out of his seat from sheer shock. <<span class="mu-b">"Woo. Okay. Thank fuck she's okay."</span>>
"Yeah?" You raise an eyebrow. "Calm down. I was just thinking about, I dunno, why I was doing this Cleaner stuff. It's fine now."
"Fair?" Lex makes a weird half shrug gesture that's more like an involuntary twitch than anything. "I dunno. I was thinking on trying to get some gifts for my ma and pa."
"Wait, you have parents you're on speaking terms with?" Ashley butts into the conversation. "What a lucky bastard you are. Haven't been able to talk to them in years."
"...Family." Quentin is far more interested in the drink than the conversation going on. You read his mind. <<span class="mu-b">"I miss Mother. Mother of a Thousand Legs. I need to get back to her."</span>> He takes a swig of the gin in his glass. "I suppose it's better to have it than not."
"Oh, right, you're some fucked up centipede. How does that work?" Lex says with as much tact as you expect from him. "How do they, uh. Do the thing."
The deadpan look on Quentin's face evades your ability to read his thoughts. You can make an educated guess he didn't like the question. "...Eggs. Human females make them, right? You ape." He goes back to sipping his drink with a mildly upset expression.
