Jacob Cruz's Questionnaire

I live in Vancouver because it's close to my workplace and many more interesting events tend to occur in this city over someplace like White Rock or Surrey. My home is a condo on the 7th floor of some skyscraper that's name evades me. I like to keep my home neat and tidy, with very little out of place. Books grouped on my shelf based on genre and alphabetized, first by author and then by title. I have a small office space where I do my... personal research. Nothing out of my purview, of course; simply trying to maintain a list of... corruption. Wrongful convictions, murderers that escaped justice, judges that failed to fulfill their duties, that kind of thing. What I plan to do with this information is, unfortunately, nothing so far. All I can do is document. For now.

I get money from my work as a forensics scientist, mostly. Nothing too fancy, mostly things like blood and DNA sample analyses. Sometimes, I dabble in crime scene investigation when we're shorthanded or I develop a personal interest in the case. Plus, it helps me develop perspective while I'm doing my lab work. Unfortunately, I've been coerced on more than a few occasions to... misinterpret the data. It's all office politics that are beyond me most of the time, which disgusts me. As for what I spend the money on, I mostly live a modest lifestyle. Anything extra goes towards my parents, who I owe a great deal to. However, I do spend my money on new books, particularly Urban Fantasy & Philosophy novels.

I want justice. Too many times I've had to watch as innocents were thrown in prison for crimes they didn't commit, all because the evidence was almost too conveniently pointing towards them, with some slight but key contradictions; all it took was a few pulled strings for those to 'vanish.' I wish for power to first punish those that are truly guilty for these crimes, then to punish those that are in any way implicated in the wrongful convictions. I don't care about who or what gets in the way of my dream. Those who support the injustices that plague this city deserve neither my mercy nor remorse. I am ashamed by my actions, but this is the only way that I can pay my penance.

When the witch hunts began, people had little idea of what to look for and turned to superstition and paranoia. They wanted to know what went bump in the night, and I had to give them an answer. Oftentimes, I had little choice; with pressure from my superiors and the public at large, I had to... make the facts fit. Bullet casings that matched the ammunition of the culprit's gun materialized when cases hit a dead end and the like were all too common. But when I was forced into practically framing an innocent bystander, something in me just snapped. I have a penance to pay for the things I've done, so I gathered information and bided my time for an opportunity.

A colleague of mine, Adam McCornick, was in my graduating class. We were alright friends, I think, but we've grown a bit distant after he found out about the blackmailing. It's a shame, really. He used to tell me about our duty to the people at large, keeping them safe from the monsters of the world. Probably thinks I'm bad luck. Here's hoping that's the case; damned fool might be trying to help me out by trying to figure out how to expose the Centre on his own. I hope he's not keeping his distance to protect me.

My mom, Patricia, is a social worker. Works with foster kids; makes sure the parents are treating them right, guides the kids on the right path, things like that. She was damn good at her job and treated those kids like they were her own. She's got a smile that could warm the coldest of souls. Her adobo is to die for; every week when I come over to visit, she always makes sure to prep a healthy portion for me. God, if she knew what I'd done, it'd break her heart. I'm sorry, mom.

My dad, Marco, is a construction worker. Stoic man, but he's my rock. He inspired me to push myself and make use of my gift for the sciences. Right before I moved out to get closer to my workplace, his parting gift was a copper amulet with a carabao engraved into it. As he handed it to me, he told me, "Anak, all men make mistakes that hurt others, even those that don't deserve it. Good men want to help those who are hurt. It takes power to become a great man that can truly help. So study hard, anak, so that you can become a great man."

I messed up, dad. It's too late for me, but I can rectify those mistakes.

My childhood was filled with love, thanks to my parents. We never had a lot, but I was grateful and tried to help in any way I could. Budgeting, applying for tax credits, working odd jobs like tutoring classmates, and trying to get scholarships were the least I could do for them. I got accepted into UBC for Biochemistry with a partial scholarship, but I still needed to take out some student loans to pay the rest of it off.

I've had a couple of "friends" that were more like leeches, trying to use me. I realized what they were doing, so I just cut them off. Tends to be easier when they find out that you don't have enough free time to guide them through the lab reports and problem sets. Only one that genuinely respected me as a person was Adam.

We met each other at a lab internship, and for the first time I felt like I could just... be myself. He listened to my ramblings about different research papers I read, working theories on mysterious sightings of mythical creatures, and true crime podcasts I liked. It was fun. He especially enjoyed the true crime stuff, specifically how the culprit was caught. I guess he found it fascinating that even the smallest traces can be linked back to them.

Come to think of it, he's the reason why I went into forensics in the first place; I wanted to be a researcher, but he told me that we could do some good for our community by enforcing justice, in our own way. God, I hope he doesn't blame himself for what happened to me. It wasn't his fault, how could he have expected me to do something as foolish as take a bribe?

...Who am I kidding, he thinks I'm scum of the earth. I'm the embodiment of what he stands against. Nice going, Jacob. Way to lose the one real friend you'd ever have.

I've never been in love. I've been on a few dates, but it never really went anywhere. The closest thing that I've had to a relationship was with this one guy early in my career, before... sigh. Neil, I think his name was. He was sweet and his eyes gleamed at even the most mundane bit of news I shared, as if I were regaling him with my exploits and adventures.

One time, while we were going for a stroll in the park, we came upon a lost beagle. Without hesitation, he cooed at it and went over to nuzzle the pup. I tried to stop him at first, since it might've been rabid, but I caught a glimpse of the collar on its neck and could only sigh in tepid relief. Seated on the grass, Neil laughed and had a wide grin plastered on his face as the dog sat in his lap. Something about his freckles just made his smiles radiate warmth, somehow. It was almost infectious.

The owner came by shortly after, and we returned their dog, much to Neil's dismay. I told him that what he did was very responsible, and for the greater good, and that the owner is probably incredibly relieved that he found his dog with Neil. That last comment seemed to reach him, at least.

After the bribe, I had to cut things off. Neil wouldn't be safe around me. Besides, he deserves better.

While we were eating lunch at a cafe, I told him that I didn't think it'd work out, that I was just incredibly busy with work, and that we should see other people. He... didn't take it well. I don't think he bought my explanation, either. I could see his eyes begin to water, so I just paid for the meal and walked out. At the time,I was telling myself that the quicker I ripped off the bandaid, the less danger that Neil'd be in. Truth was that I couldn't bear to stay any longer.

Neil, I hope you found someone who treats you well. I hope they love you more than I could have.

Snakes have always made me feel uneasy. Something about how they writhe around just strikes me as disturbing. That, their venom, and what they're usually associated with is what makes them scary to me.

Clowns are creepy as hell. Always smiling, always happy, always trying to make you laugh... shudder. Be honest, at least; the unending smiles are uncanny and leave me feeling disconcerted.

I'm afraid of failing to provide for my parents and live up to their expectations. I owe them so much and they've worked so hard to help provide for me, so I'd be damned if I can't do the same for them, if not more.

Another fear of mine is being unable to atone for what I've done. I couldn't care less about what happens to me so long as I can change things for the better beforehand.

My greatest fear, what really haunts my nightmares, is endangering the people closest to me. I am a walking omen, and the path I tread is a long, arduous, and treacherous. No one deserves to have to put up with me and the things that seek to harm me, so it's better if I just keep my distance. They might not understand, but it's the only way to keep them safe. That's good enough for me.

The copper amulet that my father gifted me is one of my most prized possessions. The carabao etched into it symbolizes strength, perseverance, and diligence: all the things that I require on this path I tread. My father made me promise to become a great man with the power to help others, and this amulet is a reminder of that oath.

Sometimes, I feel as if the amulet weighs me down. Somehow, it feels almost meditative and grounding, if that makes any sense. I guess it's like my burden made manifest, a sort of focus that helps me direct my mind to what's real. Nearly numbs the pain at times.

Some of my other prized possessions are my notebooks and files on the cover-ups. They represent my mission, my path to atonement. Without them, I couldn't exact justice on the VPD. Without them, I'd be unable to appeal the wrongful convictions. Without them, I'd be lost and most likely succumb to despair.

God... the coverups and blackmail were only a small part of the problems I'm currently facing. I tried to reach out, but it ended up getting an innocent woman hurt. It also revealed the true scope of the enemy I face.

They've got manpower, enough to post frequent watches on me at nearly all times. I keep looking around, but can't seem to single any of them out. I get the feeling that they're around me though.

Finances they have in spades, enough to put 4 or so analysts on their payroll and most likely other aspects of law enforcement, maybe even in the judiciary system as well.

Their sphere of influence is immense; frankly, they could be operating throughout the entire lower mainland.

However, there's something human about their approach, some flaws that I can exploit. Otherwise, they wouldn't have to depend on strong-arm tactics and threats of violence to keep me chained. I'm a valuable asset, one that they need on a tight leash. Supposedly, my work must somehow outweigh the potential risks I've taken so far. That leads me to think that I still have some leeway in how I direct my associates and conduct my actions.

My mornings start bright and early at 06:00. I have a short routine of brushing teeth, making my bed, eating breakfast, and then going out for a short walk/jog. Usually finish within an hour

At about 07:00, I spend some time reading. Right now, I'm going through some books by Cioran. I feel like he just understands me. A kindred soul, even.

At around 07:30, I prepare for work ahead of time. If I want any chance of collecting sensitive documents, I need to finish early. Documenting procedures I'll have to take and understanding what information I'm trying to look for help paint a bigger picture of the crime scene that I investigate or the evidence that I analyse. Plus, it provides opportunities to understand they're methods of doctoring cases and communicating those to the public (once I... eventually get the chance to).

At 08:45, I finalize any work and take a deep breath whilst clutching my necklace. It doesn't put my mind at ease, but it helps to keep it focused on the daunting challenges that await me.

I don't really try to keep up appearances. I usually dress in the same way regardless of the occasion.

I mean, I try to dress well in general, so I feel that that's more than enough.

No one's inviting me to any parties or birthdays, anyways.

I guess if I did have to prepare, I'd try to clean up a little: shave, take an extra long shower, and practice my smile in the mirror a bit.

I mean, I would also rehearse the answers to common questions in my head just to ensure I don't fumble when talking to anyone. That's normal, right?

Oh, I'd make sure I had a nice gift or something else to give to the host. They were really thoughtful and invited me, so I think it'd be the least I could do to show my appreciation.

I'd take no longer than a few hours to prepare, but that's including searching for an appropriate gift. Without that, no longer than 30 minutes.

...My birthday's next month, actually.

I mean, it's just like any other day, really. I usually just take the day off from work and visit my parents. My mom preps a lot of delicious food and my dad always bugs me about "being his drinking buddy." I already told him I'm perfectly fine with staying sober.

They always invite relatives over to their house, but I can tell that they're not really enthused to come. Haha, I've been told on more than one occasion by my brutally honest younger cousins that I am "extremely depressing to be around." My Tita Leah shushed them, but I told her it was fine.

For this one though, I think I'm going to take my parents out for a nice dinner. Just the three of us, like the simpler days.

I could use a few of those.

Hah. Where do I start?

Taking that bribe. I was out of my depth when I started. I didn't realize that it wasn't a one time thing.

Staying at the VPD. I could have quit right after taking the bribe. I could've just taken the jail time, before they had me implicated in everything.

Continuing to frame those people. Every one of them was innocent. I should have said no after the first, the second, the fifth.

Not getting my parents out of the city. I should have recommended a move to Europe or something. Said that we should've seen the world. Anything that would've kept them away. Kept them safe.

Buying that child a boba. I should've known. I should've tested the drink beforehand. Why am I so stupid? I swear to God, of course the store was suspicious.

All those bodies... I. Can't.

I can't do this anymore...

Jacob's gifts are manifested by the wills of those he chose to condemn.

Every waking moment is plagued by their memory.

The promise Jacob made to his father has imbued his necklace with power that reminds Jacob of his purpose and the strength to keep on going.

Moments of clarity, true clarity, come to Jacob in his darkest hours, when he truly feels as though he is unable to keep going. Debilitating injuries, delirium, and feeling absolutely trapped provide Jacob with the ability to truly fixate on what he needs.

They give us a focus. Something that can help us concentrate our intent.

They give us control, little by little.

Inch by inch, he is giving up parts of himself.

We can guide him.

We can use him.

He will do what is right.

It's what his parents would want.

It's what he would want.

It's what we all want.

I believe in the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

My God knows what I've done.

I know I must pay for it. Forgiveness is never free.

Jesus Christ demonstrated that it requires the greatest of sacrifices.

A noble soul. He is my guide. My shepherd.

I pray before every Contract, I pray for every morning that I wake up. It's a blessing that I've made it this far.

I find myself kneeling on the pews every week, whenever I can get the time.

They won't bother me there. I feel at peace in His presence.

I wish I could just live there at times.

I didn't go as often before, but spending time with my parents has guided me back towards the light.

At times, I feel doubtful. I feel like I'm a lamb being lead to the slaughter. But then I realize that...

That's how He must have felt.

I'm on the right path.

Amen.

So many people have died.

So many have suffered.

By my hand.

By my colleagues.

I wanted to make things right, but I feel like I'm just causing more suffering.

More death.

More than I ever would've been able to had I just... kept working.

Stayed a cog in the machine.

I would've caused more injustice, but as I get through more Contracts, the line between doing so for the greater good and causing needless slaughter gets more and more blurry.

I just want to run away from it all. I don't know if I have the will to keep going.

I... we keep moving forward. We focus on the mission at hand. We guide Jacob. His dwindling sanity has allowed us to take root.

With every atrocity.

With every death.

With every mission he's accomplished.

We gain more fragments.

More memories.

More of him.

He owes us all, so all is what he'll give.

You have... friends.

Not quite. Well. I have a few. I think.

Tell me about them.

Why?

Tell me. You owe me.

N-no. You owe me. I gave that money to the families. I prepared everything. 

Even if I were to... die, there's already insurance.

That's not enough. You can do so much more. Speak out. Now.

You know what? Fine. I'll talk about my friends that you already know of since you won't leave me alone for longer than 5 minutes!

...

God have mercy on me...

Goro Hamada. Scary individual. Wants to... be Robin Hood? I saw him kill so many people. Almost killed me. I would've been more mad if it wasn't such a foolhardy attempt. He's not the most stable of individuals.

Unlike you, of course. Since you're such a moral paragon and all-

I didn't ask for your opinion. I'm doing this for them. For me. Not you.

...

Ok. Zephyren. Good kid. He's having troubles (in more ways than one as he'd probably like to say).

We're friends. I think. He's paranoid as hell, but that serves him well.

And if you end up dissatisfied with everything that I've done to make up for my sins, the hellish trials that I've been through to get to this point, having my name slandered and my hands drenched in the blood of so many people on my hands...

He's going to kill you.

He can try...

Why in God's name do you want to know what I consider to be the perfect room?

No one would leave a prison that provided them everything they desired, Jacob.

Funny. Almost sounds like you want me to be happy, for once.

Just fix things, Jacob. You won't have to worry about it if you do.

For some reason I highly doubt that.

I can't quite put my finger on it.

You know what? Fine. I'll play your game.

The perfect room has everything I'll need to survive. Food, warmth, water, etc.

It's safe. Secure.

It doesn't have you.

Big enough to move around. Exercise.

It has plenty of books to read and a fireplace with a comfy chair.

Maybe some way to contact my friends and family.

...good to know.

"Fuck off."

"It's an innocent question. Innocent... funny." (Zephyren's voice rings in Jacob's ears.)

"You know everything about me, you piece of shit. You know what I'm good at."

"But do you know?"

"...I do."

"Really, Jacob?" (Zephyren's chiding voice begins to... morph. It sounds... fatherly.)

"You think you're so clever. You think you can outsmart them all. You think that you can make up for things, but that's not what you're good at, anak."

"Shut the hell up. I know what you're going to sa-"

"See? Right there. You think you can think. You're at your best when you're just a tool. A weapon, if you're lucky. Which you are! Congratulations, my dear boy!" (Now, the source of the voice begins to reveal itself. A shadow. Reminds you of... you.)

"Have you noticed your blessings? You break. You kill. Friendships? Gone. Lives? Taken."

"You're scum. You're a killer. And if you don't kill them, you ruin their lives. How merciful of you." (A faded, wide grin is plastered on their face.)

(You.)

(Are.)

(A tool.)

(In more ways than one.)

(Oh?)

(Chin up! You need some humour in your life, you tool!)

"Limits, eh?"

"Don't fail, my boy! You can't!"

"We won't let you."

"I wasn't planning on it... can I have your name?"

(In a mocking tone, They applaud my pitiful attempt.) "No, but nice try, though! I'm not like other... entities. You may call me... Pine."

"Okay, Pine, what other nuggets of wisdom do you want to share with me? Any other insights into the human psyche?"

"Hah. Human. You hold onto that title, pine for it. As if you have the privilege to bear it. You can't even bear to look your parents in the eye and confess. You'd rather die which, let's face it, would probably be better for the world if you weren't such a useful tool."

"...I won't let you take me."

"Oh! How noble! Don't worry, it'll all happen in due time, my boy. You've seen all the wrongdoing in your life. You've partaken in it. You will end it. You won't deny us our duty, our right, to uphold justice. We will do so, since you alone can't."

"You belong to us, my boy. You are ours to wield."

"We love you."

:)

Curses by The Crane Wives -

I am so close to accomplishing things. What do I even do after this? I've changed. How do I even live after this? I... somebody out there has so much hatred for me. Maybe I should do them a favour and-

(A... familiar voice from my past echoes in my mind. Oh God.) "Love, why are you thinking like this? I've told you already. You should value yourself more! There's sooo much more going on behind the curtain and we've barely snuck a glance. Don't you want to... get a better peek? For old times sake?" (The visage of Ne- Pine bats their eyes, trying to spur me on, I guess)

"I'm. I'm just so tired..."

"Oh... love, stop pushing yourself too hard! Take a rest, a breather. We can take things from here." (Pine's attempt at a comforting smile contorts and stretches into a grin that doesn't fit their face.)

"No, you wanted to hear my song recommendations for God knows why. Next one."

Nothing Else Matter by Metallica - 

I want to scream out to the world. I want to just tell them all. Tell them all what I'm going through, consequences be damned.

"But you can't, love! They wouldn't get it. They wouldn't understand. All they see is something to hate. Something to shun. But we wouldn't, my love. We're all you need. Can't you trust me?"

"...no, I can-"

"CAN WHAT? What's the plan, Jacob? Who do you turn to? Everyone hates you. EVERYONE. God has turned his back on you too, you know. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here. You think you're Job? Hah. Pitiful."

"But don't worry, we love you, Jacob. You're the reason we exist in the first place. We couldn't be here without you and we love you for giving us a chance to... be."

"...next song."

Mama Said (covered by Metallica) -

I have strayed so far. My mom would be ashamed of what I've become. I should have talked to her more. I should have reached out for help from the others. I-

"But you didn't, anak. Sometimes we need to deal with things on our own. They wouldn't understand, but I do. We know what you're going through, anak."

"We love you all the same."

"My ambition?"

"I'm so tired. I just want to breathe."

"But you can't quit! There's so much left to do!"

"If my parents can get out of this alive, I'm happy."

"They'll always be in danger until you do something about it, Jacob. You of all people understand that this doesn't end until you stop it all."

"I... if I can get out of this alive, that'd be nice, too."

"No, you can't die! You won't."

"I don't know if I'll keep going after thi-"

"Stop ignoring me."

"You think you can just shut me out? Give me the cold shoulder?"

"That's what you did every other time. Didn't work now. Think it worked then?"

"Why don't I show you how they're all doing? Why don't I show you how your dearly departed, would-be murderer, is doing?"

"...they're alive?"

"Hah! Piqued your interest, haven't I?"

"Why don't you find out, Jacob? Null space... sounds interesting, no?"

Haha, come onnnnn, Jacob! Tell me what's on your mind... please?

You haven't answered my questions for a while...

You haven't chronicled everything in your journals in foreverrrrr... I'm running out of reading material... (The visage of Zephyrine pouts as they manifest a copy of Jacob's journal in their hands. The pages fly through to several empty pages, and he holds it out and points to it. "EMPTY :(" is scrawled in a bloody ink)

(Jacob laughs to himself defeatedly) What'd be the point? It's not like anyone's going to read it. It'll distract me from my-

FROM YOUR WHAT?

What are you going to do next? Going to kill a few gangsters, try to take control over an organization? Hahaha, does that make you happy? You got hurt, so you gonna take it out on others? Who do you think you are-

(Jacob clicks his tongue) Yeah, I am. I'm going to hurt them. I'm going to make things right. I know what needs to be done and I will accomplish it. Your taunting and chiding is starting to bother me, so watch your fucking tone, Pine.

(Zephyrine tilts their head. They grin widely, and then clap their hands together.) Good, good! I'm so glad that you still know how to stand up for yourself! I'm so proud of you, hahaha... if only you did it sooner, before you had all that blackmail that you stacked against yourself. Before you decided to take up these Contracts, before you lost your friend, me. All you had to do was explain that I needed treatment first and-

(Jacob furrows his brow and narrows his eyes at Pine) You're not Zephyren. You could never be him. Don't think that you've fooled me. You are but a pale imitation and you could never shine as brightly as he did. That's where I draw the line, so stop besmirching his good name.

Now, shut up and let me think.

...are you kidding me.

(Jacob turns their head to their right side, watching as Zephyrine kicks their feet back and forth. Zephyrine turns to them with a smile that reaches their eyes.)

(Zephyrine sighs, then faces forward and tilts their head slightly downward.)

That is such a lovely sunset. You know a lot of good spots, Jacob. From this rooftop, you can look down on those little people, living their little lives. They're trying so hard to live their lives and- (They point down at a brewing conflict) oh, that one just took that other one's wallet. And they noticeddddd... ouch.

Stop trying to just move on from that question. You can't just pretend like you never said-

(Zephyrine giggles, then turns back to Jacob with a curious look on their face.)

Jacobbbb, you should be asking yourself that! Why are you just pretending that you're moving on?

(Zephyrine's face begins to bleed and fester and rot: their eyes grow bloodshot, their teeth grow crooked, tears of blood stream down their cheeks, and their skin grows deathly pale)

You'll never forget what happened.

I won't let you.

(Jacob stares him down with lips pressed and brow furrowed, then turns back and lowers their gaze to the ongoing fight, attention split between that and answering)

I'm not pretending. I haven't moved on, I just... I need to keep moving and-

Uh oh, one of 'em pulled out a knife! How terrible. Are you going to stop them?

Oh.

Right! You can't do anything unless you want me to break their minds! That'll likely kill them-

Wha- hey! Where're you going?

No! You can't just- there's probably still people around! Jacobbbb, what happened to laying low-

Shut it. The shot isn't too difficult. Hit him in the centre of mass and then-

(Zephyrine shoots Jacob a panicked look)

They're going to just kill each other! All you're going to do is draw more attention to yourself and... and they'll want to take you from me too...

We're stuck with each other. With this, the worst risk is that one of them may bleed to death and-

Jacob! No! They're going to die regardless.

Don't pull that trigger.

Don't resort to needless violence again.

You're going to cause needless death. Again.

Stay with me. Enjoy the last moments of this sunset with me.

(Hands shaking, Jacob winces at the memories of what happened that day)

All that death. All that suffering.

(Jacob lowers the gun, and sits back down. Zephyrine smiles and turns to appreciate the final moments of that glorious sunset)

Don't worry, Jacob.

Your secret is safe with me.

So, what are you going to do when you're all powerful and all knowing, Jacob...

Are you going to rule the world? Take it all over? Make everything right? Ensure no one ever gets hurt again?

You could do so much, Jacobbbb. With my help, we could beat anyone! Just say the word and I'll-

Haha. That's a fun thought.

If I had to choose...

(Jacob crosses his arms and puts a hand to his chin)

Don't leave me waitingggg... again.

(Zephyrine pouts and stomps his foot on the ground)

Hang on, hang on. Patience is a virtue, Pine.

(Zephyrine stops their tantrum and raises an eyebrow)

That's rich, coming from you. Don't you remember how-

Yeah. I remember.

Soooo, what name are you gonna go by if you become a Harbinger? Can't go by Jacob, hehe.

...why should I go by a name.

(Zephyrine stands in the air for a moment, dumbfounded)

...are you dense? They need to call you by something!

Then let them decide what to call me. They can dwell on the question when I send them out to clean up some messes.

I did. We set up a memorial. I'm moving on.

Notttt yet, Jacobbb. You still need to spread my ashes...

And I will spread 'Zephyren's' ashes. I've thought of a couple of spots...

Hm... let me take a look!

Didn't ask you to- hey!

...mhmm. Mhm. I don't like any of these, Jacob.

...where do you think I should go?

I'm SO happy you asked!

Let me think for just a moment...

Why not... take me back to Hong Kong? Lion Rock looks like a nice place this time of year...

You and me, Jacob! Backpacking!

You can't actually carry anything, you know. And you're not going to trick me into thinking that you're Zeph, Pine.

It's one of the last things I need to do before I can deal with whatever's going on at the moment.

I too relish in escapism, Jacob. As long as it makes you happy...

I use a different face, Pine. We've established this. You've seen me use them.

But Jacob, you need to act the part! Embrace it! You need to revel in the theatrics, the melodrama, the excitement!

There's no such thing as taking it too far. You've shown me that!

Don't say that, God.

If there's one thing that I love, it's a wonderful show, Jacob. Show me your resolve, your commitment... to the bit.

Pine, what does that even mean?

Tsk, tsk, you'd understand if you actually did it... darling.

Jesus Christ, don't call me that. The hell's your problem?

You are, darling. You lack the drive. You lack the whimsy. You lack... the joy. You have to embrace it with open arms, love!

...no. I don't think I ever will enjoy whatever it is that you're talking about.

You say that now... but just you wait, superstar. You'll get there.

I really am not one to judge...

So... yeah. Unless it's like needlessly excessive to the point where they will try to destroy everything and everyone... I'd just let things be.

How 'noble' of you, love.

Yeah, yeah. Get your snide remarks out of here. Your pointed questions aren't going to affect me.

...so would you kill 'em?

What?! No, I'd...

Would. You. Kill. Them... if they did that kind of stuff?

That's not fair for me to say... I don't think I should be the deliverer of justice, Pine.

Why not...? You'd do so well, love. You'd be able to dish out that vengeance that you crave. I still don't know why you want to help that blonde bastard...

That was my shortcoming. I... I should've realized that he would have known with cameras...

I'm helping him out because I know what it's like to be in a cage...

How noble of you.