1. KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "I would *love* to change the subject. It's not important. Unless I'm some kind of... suspect?" She arches an eyebrow.
2. KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "Are you sure? Love is *terror*..." She breathes in a large billow of menthol-infused smoke, savors, it, then lets it out slowly.
3. KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "Sounds like an advanced form of what I've got. With a bit of old love sprinkled on top."
4. KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "Did I?" She arches an eyebrow and sighs. "Why do I still feel *suspicion* hanging over me then? What I managed was to get him killed. I'm the love that does people in, remember?"
5. KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "I love apricot chewing gum!"
6. KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "Love is terror."
7. KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "Betrayed by the things we love- what a rotten deal...
8. KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "For destroying my first love. For working for bad people. The list goes on and on."
9. KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "I guess you can say that, yes. A bit. Lovers is such an emotional word. But there was something there. We did enough drugs for there to be."
10. KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "Yeah, I love that too!" Her voice is girlishly high-pitched now. "We frosted the glasses, I unwrapped my bike, there was a petting zoo with little white rabbits..."
11. KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "We're all scraping up any happiness we can find, officer. Going around with our little scouring sticks- you, your first love, Mr. Co Hoi here..."
12. KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "A moment ago it was love... And, no, I don't think the Union is *communist*. They're a few shades pinker than that."
13. KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "True- it did *not* love him."
14. KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "What *do* I mean?" She raises an eyebrow. "I have no idea. I don't even know what *you* mean. Love did him in? What does that mean?"
15. KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "I love Revachol, though." She looks around, the wind in her air. "I hope she loves me too."
16. KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "We're all scraping up any happiness we can find, officer. Going around with our little scouring sticks- you, your first love, Mr. Soldier of the Apocalypse here..."
17. KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "It didn't love him."
18. KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "She said she's in love with me. She even asked me to run away with her, when I told her I'm a fugitive. She started developing... *notions* about our relationship."
19. KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "Yeah..." She finally breaks the silence. "I'd like to think he didn't *love* me. Or that it was chemically-induced and not real."
COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - Something in him is about to break, *big time*.
EMPATHY - And it’s not going to be pretty, do something!
- DRAMA [Formidable] - Everything is fine!
- “Sure is.”
DRAMA [Formidable: Failure] - Surely he’s aware that he’s not the *only* person in the world who owns a Kineema?
YOU - “Is it really *yours*? I mean, plenty of people have their own Kineemas, right? Like working men, government offices, uh, firefighters I guess, maybe even animal control people? Exactly! A million different people who could’ve driven it into the uh…”
DRAMA - Pause, my liege! Ixnay on the Ineemakay!
YOU - “It could even be our *mysterious* joyrider!”
KIM KITSURAGI - Your frenzied babbling falls deaf to the lieutenant's ears. Instead, he approaches the broken vehicle, sunken in the ice. He moves with a caution and gentleness you haven’t seen him display before.
INLAND EMPIRE - It must be cold and lonely down there, in the icy water. Maybe he could sense its sorrow, calling to him…
PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Easy: Success] - His hands, which are always stiffly placed behind his back, are trembling.
ENDURANCE - This is the shuffle of a tired, tired man.
HALF LIGHT - He’s going to do something drastic because of you. Oh god, terrible! You’re a terrible liar! You can’t look at this, you just can’t!
VOLITION [Formidable: Success] - It's not *you* who drove his kineema into the sea. You have plenty of faults, but this one is decidedly not yours.
KIM KITSURAGI - He kneels down with his head bowed, casting his face in shadow. He plants a hand on the ice to stabilize himself, squinting to get a better view of the motor carriage. “Detective, it says ‘57’ on it.”
YOU - Sweat drips down your brow, and you feel a terrible headache coming. “Maybe our joyrider has an affinity for that number?”
LOGIC - He's not stupid, he knows that it's not that.
KIM KITSURAGI - “57.”
YOU - “What about 57?”, you brace yourself.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Precinct 57.”
YOU - You wince. “Kim, look-”
KIM KITSURAGI - “When I woke up in the Whirling-in-Rags with no memory of what happened during the days before, I've taken note that something of mine has gone missing.” He grits his teeth. "A very. Important. Something."
He runs his hands over his face, messing his already unkempt hair in the process. Regret creeps up on his features. “God. Fuck. They’re going to fire me over this, they’re not going to hear me out.”
EMPATHY - Desperation settles in the lieutenant's tone. Sadly, you find yourself in agreement, even if you don’t want it to be the truth.
YOU - “People are more valuable than machines, Kim.”
KIM KITSURAGI - “Not people like me.” He rasps.
YOU - “…”
KIM KITSURAGI - Before you can say anything more, you fail to notice the lieutenant carefully walking onto the edge of the ice. He looks over the frigid water, a dizzying blue that mirrors and distorts his exhausted face back to him.
YOU - “Kim?”
KIM KITSURAGI - Seconds pass as he looks to be contemplating something. Out of nowhere, he casually takes another step where the ice ends and the sea begins. It happens all too quick for the lieutenant to even voice a call for help— if he even wanted to — his body plunging into the cold water before your eyes.
YOU - “KIM!!!!”
uhhh bonus stuff? sorry i have swap au brainworms pfttt
(im not sure what skills kim has at the moment so rn he only has narration as his inner monologue ok whoops, i would like to keep harry as the guy who thinks in dialogue trees so im still figuring it out pfttt)
also, this was done bc i wanted to expand on these old scribbles of mine, just like an idea, i just think that he'd be having an even worse time wheezes
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