[The sad default of Jay's existence, once again. The status quo loathes to be dispelled, jealous creature as it is. He cannot unseat the hierarchy of Its mental hold. Gods require worship, and they require sacrifice.
It's for the best that Jay cannot see his face. The smile would crack and splinter the entire exchange and leave it pieces at their feet.]
[Success. To start with, in any case. Paranoia is never that easy to disassemble, but he has a foot in the door where his Real likely has none. That's enough, for now.]
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It's for the best that Jay cannot see his face. The smile would crack and splinter the entire exchange and leave it pieces at their feet.]
Of course.
And the same goes to you, Jay.
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[Jay dips his head, uncomfortable. He's not used to people being so helpful. He's not used to thanking them.]
If I need to get a hold of you, do I...what? Just start talking to a mirror?
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[The writing works both ways, even if it's not strictly necessary most of the time. Most of the time. It's like leaving a voicemail.
Only he's not Alex Kralie, and he'll be answering it.]
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So, uh...see you around, I guess.
["See" isn't exactly the right word here, but he'll get the gist, right?]
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[Success. To start with, in any case. Paranoia is never that easy to disassemble, but he has a foot in the door where his Real likely has none. That's enough, for now.]