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> Back away a little from Janice and ask what he's talking about. Confess you don't really know a lot about her.
Rina slowly shuffles away from Janice, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.
"Look, Harry, I don't know a lot about her."
"Is that so? Give me one reason why I should trust you," Harry says. Janice leans on the table for a couple seconds. She then growls angrily, spittles of saliva flying out of her mouth as she whirls at Harry.
"You SICK BASTARD!" she yells. Everyone flinches at her sudden outburst. Harry keeps his pistol pointed at her. "You waltz in here, waving a gun around and demanding answers! You are so fake I cannot believe it!"
"Careful, lady," Harry says, his voice low, "You aren't talking to worthless ol' Harry anymore. You're talking to Harry with a gun. Back off."
"It's your fault. You killed my husband. You and your Darkness!" Janice shouts. She groans, keeping one of her arms pressed on her stomach.
"Darkness? What the hell are you even talking about?" Harry laughs and continues, "I helped you, remember? I got you stationed somewhere else. You couldn't stand this place. You couldn't stand all those voices as you looked over those rotting, nonsense-spouting bags of meat. You wanted it all to stop, and I fixed it all."
"At the price of continuing to watch over you!"
"That's right. So what's the problem?"
"I knew I never should've done this. I've seen what you do."
"You're out of it, woman," Harry chuckles. "Either way, you tried to kill me back there. I was only defending myself. You're lucky I didn't just end your pathetic life with your own gun. But maybe that can change..." Harry looks thoughtful for a moment, and then points his pistol at Rina.
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