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They have no choice. We have no choice.

There's always a choice, Felipe. It may just not be an easy one.

I've seen the choices this place has to offer.

Fee, just tell me.

It is someone by the name of Charles.

[ She doesn't know who it is, so she's banking Felipe won't be able to figure it out either. ]

Charles?

[ immediately frustrated. he's been here for a year and he doesn't know who that is? ]

... Are you sure that's right?

Am I sure I know how to read?

Yes.

You don't have to protect whoever it is.

Do you doubt me? I'd be delighted to show you.

Where is it? The name, I mean.

Above my breast.

Now I know it's not real.

Excuse me?

I said what I said.

You know I wouldn't look there.

It grieves me that you do not place your trust in me.

[ He is met with the sight of her unbuttoning her blouse, each button undone with a sharp, almost aggressive motion, despite her attempts to mask the irritation on her face. She exposes only enough skin that is necessary, Charles Lastnameundecided written just above her left breast to show to him. ]

Fee-- [ stop. stop! he closes his eyes even though the physical gesture does nothing to prevent the image from being projected into his mind. cool, cool, cool, something to have in his brain forever. ] I was just--

[ fucking Charles whoever, he's going to murder you for causing this. ]

What kind of a name is that?!