"What doesn't it have to do with Winter? He was taken. Conditioned to do Gods know what, I don't want to think about it. He didn't ask for that. He didn't get to say yes. It was just done."
"Because for movie night, I picked the Iron Giant and it seemed to have upset Winter." Look. She had never seen or heard of the movie before. The librarian she rented it from had assured her that it was a good film and a must see.
"A movie about an alien robot being hunted by the government?" Malcolm says. He doesn't want to criticize her for just watching a movie but his face does suggest that maybe she should read the back of the box next time she's picking a movie. "Is he okay now?"
"I didn't know, okay!" Maybe she should have done so but she feels bad enough already. She doesn't want Malcolm adding to her guilt. "It's hard to say with Winter, Malcolm."
"No!" She answers that question very quickly. "I do not. This is private conversation between myself and you. It should never go beyond that." Her heart races. God, Malcolm. Please don't talk to Winter about this.
"Okay, no problem. Then. Why did you want to talk to me about it? Just to get it off your chest? Oh, is that why you chose me? Because you don't like me but you do trust me not to blab?" he clarifies.
"I do like you Malcolm, most of the time but every now and then you can be a real annoyance." Kate claps her hands together and then unclasps them. "I'm telling you because I do trust you not to blab and I need to tell you what happened next. I'm fairly certain that I fed my Entity because now I know something that most people don't."
"I can't tell you. That would be a betrayal of trust." But oh how it feels good to know something that others don't. Kate smiles because the secret feels good to hold onto, to lord over. She knows something that only two other people know. She then frowns upon the realizing that it feels good. Even now, she's feeding the Eye. "Shit."
"What?" She shakes her head. "No. Goddamnit. I did not. I came here to talk." But now she's not sure. She doubts herself. Maybe she had on a subconscious level. Maybe she had without even realizing it. "I wouldn't do that."
"I don't know" she replies. It is the sad truth. She had needed someone to talk to but what if she had been manipulated into this? "Okay. Okay. I'm going to tell you but you have to swear to me on whatever you hold most dear that you won't tell Winter or anyone else what I'm about to tell you. Swear it."
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"What does all this have to do with Winter?"
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"Okay, no problem. Then. Why did you want to talk to me about it? Just to get it off your chest? Oh, is that why you chose me? Because you don't like me but you do trust me not to blab?" he clarifies.
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"What's the thing you know?"
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He sees her realize it.
“You brought me here to feed on me.”
It’s not a question.
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