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[retested]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, AMANDA. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 102.92.004.06 *** gameover has joined 102.92.004.06 <gameover> This is Amanda. <gameover> If you need to contact me, do so here. <gameover> DO NOT waste my time with stupid shit.

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<saturnschild>

[marcato]

[Pause. ]

Amanda, I'm afraid I have something to share with you. About AM and me.

Despite my better instincts, we are lovers.

<gameover>

[retested]

[Oh for the love of fuck.]

You've got to be shitting me.

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

I don't trust him. I don't even particularly like him. He's a vicious sadist who would just as soon turn on his allies as he'd devour his enemies.

And yet.

<gameover>

[retested]

And yet you can't keep it in your fucking pants.

If you're going to sleep with someone, you could do far better than AM. You know that, right?

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

It's kind of you to say that, Amanda. But I have no problems with my self-image.

<gameover>

[retested]

Yeah? Is that why you wear a mask all the goddamn time?

[EXTREMELY bold words for someone with such an unstable sense of self that she needs to rely on how others see her just to know who she is.]

You won't tell him anything about me, right? Everything I tell you in confidence remains between the two of us.

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

[His expression darkens. His fingers curl.

If Aunamee hates anything, it's someone pointing out his weaknesses.]

Of course, Amanda. Everything stays with me.

<gameover>

[retested]

Good. That would be best for everyone concerned.

[It's not a threat, but it still gets her meaning across just fine: giving AM any sensitive information on Amanda is asking for death, regardless of who's doing the giving. Even an ally and friend.]