by Victor Freud » Sat Feb 15, 2020 5:54 pm
"Do you know me?" Victor asked plainly.
"If you did, shouldn't you have known I wouldn't just go along with all of this bureaucratic and shady bullshit willingly? Wouldn't you have trusted that you could just tell me your concerns instead of being pissed at me and assuming I'd just be oblivious to your problems? Even if I was unaware, are Victor Freuds so unsympathetic that they wouldn't listen and understand? Do I have a history of being disloyal to my friends?
"How much of the "me" you know is what you've seen here, and how much of it is based on what you've seen wherever else? Everything I know about you, I learn for the first time, and there's a lot about you I still don't know. But I know that I don't know it. How much of me do you not know but think you do? I mean, how often have I teached you to use one of these?"
Out of his pocket Victor produced a "coil" of wire and string, the former in a sort of weird serif J shape once it had sprung back into it's original form.
"I trust you with just about every secret that I have, stuff I don't tell my other friends, my family, and sure as hell not the staff here. I don't know how much less of a stranger I can treat you when I still don't know you the way you know me. And I know that's not your fault, you don't have the answers to all of my questions. But try to have some patience with me. This is your how-many-ever-th time getting to know me, this is still my first and only time getting to know you."