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<span class="mu-b">"I am the Representative. That is all I am."</span> The scale lowers. Her smile twitches.
"And I'm just the Administrator. Yet, that's not satisfying, is it? You called me Zeta because, well, the Admin isn't what you wanted. Is it?"
The Agent's smile disappears. She looks away, gripping her cup of coffee as tightly as she can. <span class="mu-b">"That doesn't matter."</span> It lowers again. "It never mattered." A single voice rings out.
"I apologize if I went too far. But I just wanted to understand you. Consider it a force of habit from working on bizarre anomalies all the time. I have to figure out what they want, what they need, with only a handful of phrases to help."
<span class="mu-b">"The other Administrators, Supervisors, Overbosses, Cardinals, whatever term you want to use. They never wished to discuss the Representative herself."</span> The scale raises. <span class="mu-b">"What are your intentions here?"</span>
[DYING LIGHT] To understand.
[EMPATH] To relate.
"I guess I just want to know who I'm talking to." You let out a sigh. "We're not really that different at the end of the day."
If you could see her eyes, there's no doubt she would be squinting. You continue. "Just like in that book, you see me as a threat. You're the cop, I'm the criminal. The law doings its job."
"Yet we're just trying to do what we think is right. I can respect you upholding whatever you stand for." You take a sip of your coffee. "And while you don't have to respect mine, you can at least look past it."
<span class="mu-b">"Right or wrong are subjective, meaningless words. We do what is necessary and your little book discussion is not."</span> The scale raises. The smile returns. <span class="mu-b">"It was a cute little reference, I shall give you that much."</span>
"Of course, of course. Yet you're still willing to humor me, eh, by letting me talk until now."
The Agent's smile weakens a bit. <span class="mu-b">"Consider it a mercy."</span>
[FLIRTY] WE AIN'T NOTHING BUT A HOUND DOG. CRYING ALL THE TIME.
[FLIRTY] WELL, THEY SAID YOU WERE HIGH-CLASSED
Almost out of instinct, you flash a set of finger guns at her. "Hey, if you're feeling so merciful, how about you go out with me? You, me, some coffee..."
The Agent flinches. "What?" A young woman's voice, not distorted through a bizarre mishmash of a dozen other voices, rings true yet again. For a split moment, you swear she glanced at the bed.
"You, me, coffee. Long chat, underneath the setting sun. Snow blowing past us as we go in for a kiss..."
[HOPELESS WRECK] "Our regional analyzer would have to write down our lovely stories for history to remember forevermore!" A smug, shit eating grin covers your face.
"W-what the..." The Agent coughs, clearing her voice. <span class="mu-b">"T-The representative does not know how to respond to such a question."</span> The Agent starts chugging down her cup of coffee, trying to ignore your weird flirting.
[DYING LIGHT] A moment of vulnerability.
<span class="mu-b">"I. This is unprofessional, please stop this."</span> The Agent mutters.
